Let Me
November 12, 2006
We and Miles under the
star-filled cover of night.
Flamenco Sketches playing.
ever has music filled me
Let me learn to touch,
to kiss, to breathe.
Let me dance
paint across a canvas,
words across a page,
laughter across the night.
Let me drown in
the taste of your mouth,
the touch of your breath,
the warmth of your hand
against the small of my back.
Let’s dance on the shore
of the moon draped lake
with your fingers tangled
through my hair. Pull
me closer in your arms
and let me.
