Monday, August 15, 2011

Dreamlike

A full moon
Your deep voice
echoing in my ears
more than the words
I know you have a good heart
I take you to the secret garden
We lie naked under the trees
I can't believe how soft your lips are
I have to touch them again
with mine
open my eyes
to be blinded by moonlight
shivering
Was it real?
Was that a firefly
or a shooting star?

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