Letter to her

Words climbed smoothly from down there and rode over my tongue,

Sounds started to come out and letters started printing themselves on my mind,

And as my mind wrote them in the space between me and her,

Joy started spilling all over my face and my body,

I was speaking, she was listening:

Words that massaged her heart, warmed it up, gave it a new rhythm.

I was teaching her a close up dance, where our hearts enlaced together weave new sounds of love.

She was my muse and every day with her left me thirsty for our physical and spiritual conversations.

I know that the day comes when we will meet,

On that day, I will be giving you a sample of the best days in front of us.


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