Monday, January 31, 2011

Summer In The Dark

If the sun would refuse to come, I think I could survive.
I close my eyes and allow your lips to mine,
The warmth of our skin combined..
Our touch now infused, with a tenderness too kind,
Would catch a glimpse of twilight.
Here, we lay.. Stuck for years in summertime.
Good morning...
Today, I kissed the sun and the moon.
All with you.

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