deep red petals <br />lips touching <br />blending; transcending <br />to veins; rushing fuchsia stream <br />to smile and pink cheeks <br /> <br />for a moment comfort <br />draping your soul <br />with warmest <br />kissing eyelids <br />heaving chest <br /> <br />i should have been there <br />to hold you <br />as you drift away <br />from longing <br /> <br />as you open your eyes <br />next to mine <br />press body as one <br /> <br />muted rustling fabrics <br />slowly burns <br />to passage of time <br />but i let those buds bloom <br />sending scents to <br />only entrusted ones, known<br /><br />Manonton Dalan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/no-sharp-edges/
