only you
Your hand my hand
intoxication.
Shadow play
on walls alive.
Feather touch
imagination
as your eyes
look into mine.
Candlelight
passion migration
miles diminish
disappear.
Electric
communication.
desire transmission
you are here.
Separated, sliced in two.
Two rooms.
Two hands.
But only you.
Mirror image - is it true?
It’s love it’s love
it’s only you.
Ann Foxglove
Sat 6th Nov 2010 16:57
Ta everyone. No Stef I certainly don't look in the mirror and say "000h! I LOVE you!" How funny! I think I was meaning that two people, though far apart, can be thinking of each other at the exact same time - maybe they're both kissing their pillows? ;-)