…wrapped up in you…

The grey still of night calls to me…
sets me deep in calm repose
like the sharp sting and halving of my bones
heavy hands massage my soul
I feel like your elbow is in it…
you’re fingers calculate the exact muscles that need stimulation
The grey still of night calls to me…
to speak to me
and listen to you
i love you
i miss you

my Lord

janberry © 2009

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