Hearts fluttering <br />like the pages of a book <br />left on a table top <br /> <br />the wind reading <br />the story that is us <br />page by page <br /> <br />sometimes skipping bits <br />its lips moving silently <br />as it reads <br /> <br />until it stops <br />& sighs: <br />'Now, that... <br />that's...real love! ' <br /> <br />******* <br /> <br />MUSIC FROM DARKNESS <br /> <br />The tips <br />of your fingertips <br />caresse me <br /> <br />we listening <br />to music in the dark <br />as if the air <br />itself were made from music <br /> <br />each touch <br />a cascade of strings <br />your fingertips tracing <br />chasing a fall of notes <br /> <br />that wash <br />(oh the ebb & flow) <br />across my face. <br />I feel you only <br />as music now <br /> <br />emanating from darkness <br />creating & uncreating <br />me <br />with the lightness <br />of your touch. <br /> <br />******* <br /> <br />GIFT <br /> <br />You give me <br />the gift <br />of your being <br /> <br />a woman <br />the gift <br />of your desire <br />the wanting of me <br /> <br />the gift <br />of this <br />body <br />as it flowers <br /> <br />full of love and laughter <br />the gift <br />of your nearness <br /> <br />each second <br />so new <br />I stupidly asking you: <br /> <br />'Why do you love me? ' <br />you smiling: <br />'I just...do! '<br /><br />Dónall Dempsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-story-that-is-us/
