The light upon your hair,
The golden sun-kissed form,
The taste of summer sun.
I taste the rhythm and gentle tone in your words,
I am the dance between the notes,
The splendour revealing.
I am the catch in the storm,
I am the delicious invite.
I feel the energy of you,
As you dance to the beat of your drum,
A hear the magical sound of your footsteps upon the ground.
I heart your heartbeat as it pounds.
The softness of you.
The beauty that is you.
Lose me not me, my me.
(Saturday 23/6/2007, Bolton, UK)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem