What is it you ask—
I see what you see in you
Frail and bird-like
Vulnerability with a face
I see what you see in you
Soft and crisp, fleeting
Kiss you give me
I see what you see in you
Hungry something of emotion
Asking always for a portion
I see what you see in you
Open arms’ marvelous,
Between whimpers sipping soul
I see what you see in you
My aged caresses brushing
Your hair scenting me
I see what you see in you
Sleeping the long sleep
And I, faithfully waiting
For your stirring
©2011 j.a.o.a.
©2011 Jose' Antonio Orellana Artolozaga
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