Words of Not-So-Much Wisdom

My Lover, My Friend.

Hear me,
See me,
Taste me,
Touch me,
My skin and your skin,
Sensations and vibrations of the pacinian corpuscles
My hair is tousled
My eyes are deep,
And my thought is in connection with your own.
Hold me and promise me that you’ll never stop.
For you see, that I see,
That you are what I am,
That is a lover,
That is a friend
To each other,
My lover.
My Friend.

posted by PomLindsay @ 1:49 PM