When my eyes open
on empty night time darkness
my skin recalls you.
With eyes wide open I cradle your sleeping head in awe of our love your dreams migrating quietly from your mind to my still hands love Donall Donall I love sleeping with you and waking to you
I read once that the skin has a memory. I do believe it. You do prove it quite eloquent in only tree lines.
Ps. I have copied this to put on my wall of favorite quotes/poems... Hope you don't mind...
In three short lines... Everything that matters... Superb... Colin J...10...
I only went for a wee in the wee wee hours of the night and I was coming right back! love Donall Donall
Wow! ! ! ! reading ur poems is an experience! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
beautiful. anyone 'we' know? lovely writing.