Random Love Poem # 2 Poem by Tara Crown

You said it was like
our souls were trying to touch
but our bodies got in the way.

And what now?
Now that each day
I lay
another of my eggs
into your basket?
Once nestled neatly
across the four corners.
They now roll in
of their own volition,
and dropp one by one
into the lap
of your hands.
Your hands that
gently gather me in
and draw me to you.
Into you.
Your hands that take mine,
we bind,
and touched where we would
be touched.
Your hands that are mine
stroking my face, my hair.
And would dare
to ask of me more.
That I be yours,
willingly and completely.
Yes.
My hands that are your hands,
lay folded in my lap
and in my heart.
And under bowed head
I wait for you
to open the door
and come to me
and come into me.
You open the door
into me.