Tuesday, November 27, 2012

Stumbled upon

My eyes do not look out of my soul
And they cannot see into yours

I can feel my own heartbeat without trying
To hear yours I have to touch you
My hand, my ear, my cheek

I remember the way your chest sunk into my skin
The weight of it, the smell of you

I don't remember when I wrote this. I never recorded the date, just love it still.