Wednesday, June 23, 2010

Her name, my gift

The night seems to gather us slowly

this dancers body, it tip toes at my collar bone

And the hammock that squeeks at constant tone awakens us

Laying its breathe of wisdom

"a reflection of you" she says

the stillest airs reframe her girlish meows

Sweet smiles and touchings while the blurs of dreams devour us.

Her name is anneka and this day I know I love her.

Sent on the Sprint® Now Network from my BlackBerry®

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