Now the book is over
I long to see
those eyes whose seas
rock me tenderly
So I close the windows
shut the blinds to my brain
and jog back in time
down in memory lane
I forget what time
or where else it was
but I remember whose hands
would brush upon mine
it would crawl through my hair
quickly be followed then by
a kiss to the head
then those lips laid bare
it trails down to my nose
and those hands pull me close.
Finally, I am free.
You have captured me.
I rest my soul on your chest
and my words in a cove.
Take care of me, love.
Look, how deep I dove.
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