Treasure Island

Sonya Florentino

(Manila, Philippines (residing NYC))

# # # NIGHT VISIT


Did you feel my kiss upon your lips
Last night as you lay there sleeping
Did you feel me snuggle in your arms
As my body sought your body's warmth

Did you feel my fingers through your hair
Did you hear me whisper 'I still care'
After all this time, after all these years
Did you know... I was there....

Tell me love
Do you remember....


© 2010 Sonya Florentino

Submitted: Tuesday, May 18, 2010
Edited: Tuesday, May 18, 2010

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  • Sandra Fowler (6/8/2010 8:56:00 PM)

    Beautiful night whispers. Very evocative, Sonya.
    How could he not remember?

    Friends in life and poetry,

    Sandra (Report) Reply

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