6/23/98
represented by words
your stare
like a cold embrace on a warm hand
it hits me
i'm forced to give in
your hands
they engulf mine
warm pinches on my knuckles
my hand is smitten
your lips
so inviting to me
my mouth is yet to touch them
their words too alluring
your eyes
a color like no other
deep in it's tone
unyielding to all but me
your fingers
running up and down mine
lovingly filling my palm
overflowing my hand
your dreams
if only mine and yours
would coincide
my dreams represented by words
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