dsnt trust ne1 < 30
Join Date: Jan 2003
Location: Home is where the <3 is
rewrite of an old piece. I tightened this one up and changed it a bit. It might be in the archives with the same title. I didn't check. I know I was listening to Eva Cassidy's "Fields of Gold" when I wrote it before.
When I'm in deep imagination,
Eyes closing in sublimity,
Mind becoming entwined
With your fantasies of golden fields,
I can almost picture your eyes moonlit,
The color of the morning sky,
Reading my mind as we stand
In amber glow.
My hair softly brushing my waist
As gentle breezes blow.
My thoughts calmed by your shoulder.
Arms about me.
Your heartbeat against mine.
Lips sure of each taste
About my neck and shoulders.
Gentleness, as your hands
Meet the skin of my spine-
Sending rushes to my buried soul.
Air thinnng as starry altitude I climb.
Trying to catch my breath
Before I fall.
Lost, enraptured in you.
World ceasing to turn.
My eldest son's bipolar website: www.bipolarmanifesto.com
-wally: Mom, you shouldn't play after me because it makes you sound even worse than you already do. -wally:*grumbles and whispers quietly* I guess it's cuz I love you or something, but you're still a TURD
Grimm:I could read your mind but its in font size .5
Amadeus:Oh, and was there a cesserole (never mind spelling) involved?
Paddy:the fact that you didn't end up on a kids show makes me question my atheism
Dyldo: You evil strumpet!