Monday, December 29, 2014

Person of Interest





My frozen fingers
Touch your heated
Skin

We are each other
We find ourselves
Inside each others
Centre

This is 5:45
The time for touching
The wait is over
For skin against
Skin

It's been a day of
cold words
cold glares
cold ideas

But against you
I am warm

I am who I need to be
You are my person of interest
my lover of lovers

You fill a void
I never knew existed
Until your warm fingers
Touched my frozen
Skin

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