November 26, 2014

Your picture.



Your picture, woman, is beating
to the rhythm of my pulse.
Your face is vibrating
in synchrony with my breathing.

You hair moves with my steps,
Your eyes dance with my moves!
The reason is plain and simple
...and couldn't be a better one.

I have your picture anchored
at the bottom of my heart.

And it feels so good
that I feel like dancing in the air.

A.

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