In My Hand
In My Hand
Your voice travels all around my soul..
Clinging to pieces that warmly unfold..
Temperatures rise as words are swallowed..
With silent gestures that our hands will follow..
Into the darkness of bliss we scamper free..
Where the rain of desire shines from you to me..
Stuck to each other till the morning air peels us apart..
All through my day the evening plays in my heart..
Now words drop like an hourglass of sand..
And a new poem now falls in my hand..
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