Spring is Coming
Spring is coming
And faces were pressed
Flat against the windows.
Spring is coming
Breathless and touching
From a distance.
Spring is coming
Like a child
Which is deep inside.
Spring is coming
Like a long lost love
As the sun sneaks
Past the windowsill
In the morning.
And over the shoulders
Of your sleeping beauty
Eyelids.
Andy N
Wed 6th Apr 2011 08:12
glad you liked 'Spring is Coming', Dave.. thanks for commenting