quinta-feira, 6 de abril de 2017

Let me count the ways

Loving you is like slipping
into cold water, like guessing
a warmth feeling that follows
my skin like your
kisses do.

It’s a sun that slowly
rises on the north and
lights up the day without
a fuss, without a sigh or sign
telling of the night
faded away.

It’s my secrets, my
ordered and tagged
shelves and memories
ready for shipping.

Loving you is the wait,
the silent moment, the
empty room
– a place where your
tenderness unties me.