Tuesday, September 19, 2006

From She Said, He Said II with Gail D. Whitter

over my skin
seductive circles
he whispering them ...


Trace me softly
when the tears are spent
and dry calm is left for light.

Trace me with fingers tipped
and sense finely tuned
among the grooves that spell my music.

Trace me to find me all
gradually, aware of every beat
that time allows me for my space.

Trace me again
to reassure love's summation
that all is not just a dreamer's dream.



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