Confession

How do you forsakeYour heart…And leave it behind,Watching it…Every night, sway,With the stars…Composing with the rhythmWith your soul…Like a spinning compass,As I dance…Side to side,As I spin…Upside down,And right side up…All the while listening,To your heart’s confession

Need For Your Touch

I sit…

Straight, back to the coldness

Of the chair,

I wait… As told,

For the sounds…

Of your footsteps,

I hear their echoes,

Drawing closer, & closer…

My heart, races… with anticipation,

& I can feel my breath… heighten,

My body… yearning,

That terribles off my lips,

As I exhale, softly,

With need…

For your touch.