of tender touches
and shyly missed much-es
of reliving
smile-tugging memory patches
of remembering
sweet brushes
of awaiting
anticipated
bated breath catches
and creating
scenes
drenched
with wanting
new and known
to be awakened
in reality
It suspends time and space, a wanting, desire. I have a different picture in my head, longing yet on the lines of wandering mind. I love the flow and rhythm.
Did you just hear my teenage girl sigh? Cause that was someone else it totally wasn’t me.
=)) hmmm i didn’t know it sounded naive perhaps?
Ha!