25 April 2007

Poem 3

They lie together,
there in the bed.
A wind, soft breeze, blowing in,
cooling sweat soaked bodies.
Afterglow of romance.
Soft whispers and promises,
these two make to one another.
Fingers and minds drift,
Once more,
they come together.
Yin and yang.
Perfect.
Complete.
Whole.

1 comment:

None said...

Thanks for giving me the opportunity to read your poems!
I love them.

Kind regards from The Netherlands.