I wonder how you made it <br />inside my inner sanctum. <br />Breaching barriers carefully erected <br />to keep the world at bay. <br />And then I hear your voice....... <br /> <br />When you say my name <br />in that certain way, <br />I can hear all in one word- <br />passion and pride, <br />a need so powerful <br />it shakes you to your core. <br />And I yearn for you. <br /> <br />To see your eyes, <br />to feel your hands, <br />for the taste of whiskey <br />and cigarettes on your lips. <br />Ambrosia to an addict. <br /> <br />Set me free to wander your mind; <br />to bask in the light of that huge intellect- <br />light and sharp as a blade. <br />I wander aimlessly, happily... <br />lost in you. <br /> <br /> 8-2-08<br /><br />Toni Atchison<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/jim-11/
