Poison Sugar, by bedazzled Subscribe to rss feed for bedazzled

Crumpled comfortably in your arms,
Your voice is soft as you speak to me.
You lift my hair back from my face,
I flick it back to where it was.
You rock me like a little child,
While the sun is sponging warmth around.
Golden flickers illuminate your eyes,
The aquamarine now glows with depth.
They trace my face with soft intent,
I meet them and forget to breathe.
You indulge in cheeky suggestion,
We laugh with genuine bells.
Vivid shots of our last encounter alone,
Play teasingly across my mind.
I snapshot that expression on your face,
With an enhanced colour memory.
Feelings cascade in rainbows,
Underscored by silent fear.
What about when this is gone?
But I slip into the present, breathe it.
I have this precious oxygen for now,
Ignoring thoughts of future absence.
Inside the moment, poison sugar,
Don't even suggest this could be l...
Posted: 2006-08-17 06:25:04 UTC

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