The Dance Of Love-2 Poem by Minnie Gehrig

The music still lingers,
fresh notes falling softly
like snow,
or the way your eylashes brushed across my cheeks,

Still Feet longing for
the bruises of love,
Waltz me then to the end of time,

Let your love be my pain,
My feet long for the ghost blood
of your love,

Hold me to your wild beating heart,
let me unfold
in your arms,
It is to quiet without you.

The silence is screaming your name.........