~he~ 2 Poem by Sinnaminsun Sinnaminsun

~he~ 2



His rosewood eyes hold me
as the grip of night
tethers me in,

Spring-breeze releasing
feathered expanses,
Deeper I go, again...

To feel, is to want you
To need, is what I do,
Whenever your vision appears.

Taking me softly,
this dream drifts upon me
Then morning awakes,
when he's near.

sinnaminsun 2010

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