It is a strange force that drives me
Drives me to you.
For since I was in your arms
And touched your hands
And smelled your hair
I do not seem to leave them anymore.
Even when you are far away
The thought of your embrace
So hot, so caressing,
Keeps alive the flame
Sometimes a candle
Sometimes a bonfire
That reminds me
Why I live.
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SKIES (poetry)
PoetryA short but growing collection of my poems. I write for myself, to deal with my environment, to capture my thoughts, to tell and retell stories I live or dream. There is no specific genre of poetry I will commit to, there will be reflections on the...
