Baby, there is a gesture
That needs to be caressed
A love and laughter that has been missed
A caught up star in the net of your eyes
I long to have you stirring in front of my eyes
You are locked in me
A beautiful fine wine glass
Erecting in a dream
The vision I see it not what it seems
I am in heartless explosion
Yet, where is the kiss?
The winds blows the embrace that you and I missed
There we go again
Soaring in sweet poetic exposition.
Copyrighted 2009
