His careful face backlit by the 4pm sun,
And he's looking at my soul.
My barriers are weak and transparent,
And I am in bliss.
He tells his story with vibrance,
And his eyes dance with the same life.
My mouth parts for a smile and laugh,
And I am in bliss.
He fumbles with the flower he is holding,
And he's thinking of what to say next.
My mind is shouting for his touch,
And I am in agony.
His peach lips are coming close to mine,
And he holds his stare constant.
My whole self shakes with the afternoon wind,
And I am in love.
11:32 AM - Sunday, May. 30, 2004
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