Tuesday, November 3, 2009


The world drips
as rain thunders down.
New life comes from this
violence of nature, this
rending of sky and cloud.
You come to me in this place,
awash in my dreams.
The kiss of your touch
brings hope to my shattered mind.
Memories of your touch
pour over me, washing clean
my heart, my love, my soul...
I am haunted by your touch,
blessed by your love.
You are the reason,the meaning of it all.
So this is what love is...

May 25, 2003

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