Tuesday, December 8, 2009

We gazed into each other's eyes and then it was lunchtime

Soft peach skin
smoothed, stroked, kisssed
Flutterby eyelashes
Downy hair so fine

We gazed at each other
She at me
I at her

Blur, she sees
smiles, she sees
Wafting shapes
Smells of milk
cocooned from the world in my arms
Safe, mine
all mine.