Tuesday, March 3, 2009

When I think of her eyes, and what they take in...

...everything is just as it was and always will be.

She sleeps in a blue colored dovecote and runs through green colored fields, getting closer;

pulling me closer,

endlessly, into her arms.

Somehow, we always awaken together:

Shared, merged, a fantasy, uninhibited, and sipped like a new glass of red wine.


Her eyes behold the same things I've taken in.

Our merging,

has emerged,

in Love.

WHB~copyright 03/03/09.

note to self: drop those commas!!!!!!

1 comment:

Lil Bit said...

LOL ... you were carrying me in a vision of her eyes ... and then made me giggle there at the end with your note to self. Cute. ;)