for a second
and in my dreams
at least a thousand times
I hold you close
the scent of night
your lips sweetness
as I walk my hands
over the beauty of your body
soft fragrance awakened
moonlight sculpturing
a room never seen
in a cold St Petersburg
sounds of longing
ecchoed in a whisper
breathing close to extinction
our hearts stop
just for a second
as we move into oblivion
Poetry by kath
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Written on 2007-02-22 at 08:18
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