Mood: special
I feel the rise and fall of your chest
beneath my hand, watching you drift
to a place invisible,
yet familiar
dreams of one
become a dance
between two
here we are...
you wrap your arm over and
around me,
pulling me close...
closer...
we are partners
in this
this...
this dance that we do
dreaming,
holding,
sleeping,
waking,
drifting,
dancing...
your whispers, sleepy, like floating feathers
blow across my cheek
tonight
my sweet one, I hear you
I feel you,
I dream with you,
I dance with you...
I love you
xoxo,
gee
posted by gee
at 9:12 PM EST