6-28-11

Oh, the things-
love wound into furious strands
and woven into the tips of my
fingers as they brush your
face-
oh, the things-
like a field of lilacs,
you barrage my senses-
the sun just as wanting of you as I-
as we both break rank just to beam at
you-
your generosity absorbing us both-
oh, the things-
oh, the things you do to me as minutes
turn to hours-
oh, the thoughts that dance around
as hours become eternity-
each moment sweet and as strong
as the love woven tightly into strands-
and woven into the soul of my
actions*

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