GentlyA Poem by MelissaWritten March 2009 for KWe awake to rain. He stirs. His eyes gently open in the gray light and I'm wrapped in the silver protetion of his Embrace "
Good morning (he whispers).
Gently the tips of our fingers entwine, the contact so small (so ordinary). But in his touch (his gentle touch) (his hand on my back) exists (a balance) a harmony only present when he's near.
Outside, the rain falls gently.
I fall for him. (gently) © 2010 MelissaAuthor's Note
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