23 August 2012

Threads of life

Isn’t that what we ultimately dream, desire, breathe for
Your gaze grazing my skin like chalk on tar
My breath kissing your neck from across the avenue
Your words holding my heartbeat
My sighs threading through your hair
Your emotions keeping me warm
The gestures the utterances, forming epic story of our lives
Grand, majestic, totally selfless and utterly selfish
Our souls in sensual serendipity
Never conceiving of tomorrow without the other
web of dreams
This Love