Just a touch of me
In your eyes
Your hair
In the air
around you
Blood rushing through your veins
Looking out over the lighthouses
That seem more real
Just as she sits
there beside you
On a slope of grass
Drinking in the sea and night air
That chills her for fear of losing you
And you know that this is you
And all you say
And all you hear
Is a shadow
Of just that touch of you
In her hair
Her face
And her eyes...
Thursday, April 13
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