Sometimes I trick myself into believing I can smell you <br />and I let the moonlight slip through my fingers <br />death has no stronger a hold on me than you do <br />but my thoughts have wings and they fly to you <br />while I stay behind playing a love scene by myself. <br />1-20-08<br /><br />shannon wright<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-love-scene/
