Tuesday, March 26, 2013

Breathless...



Your thought,
A wisp of finely crocheted lace,
 A whiff of subtle perfume,
Barely there,
But, consuming me
 In its entirety

Your presence
A warm breath
Fanning my senses,
Making me lose myself
In its wholesomeness

Your love,
Like a swig of sweet vintage wine
intoxicating  my senses, and
rendering each feeling
surrealistic and sublime