The fresh green of the grass.
Your touch on my skin.
Our limbs entwined on the park lawn
as the breeze blows around us.
Hearts are dancing again.
The crisp blue of the water.
Your touch on my skin.
Waves crashing around us.
It is love we’ve been granted and
We have both given in.
The leaves falling yellow, orange, and red.
Wanting your touch on my skin.
I am chilled, dry to the bone,
Where have you been?
The red roaring fire.
Feeling your touch on my skin.
Snow falling outside the window
while you’re keeping me warm,
Yet now only in this dream.
Copyright ©2008 Veronica ROMM
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et ma correspondance...
verte, ma main dans ton pot
verse
de l'eau
le printemps, bientôt
l'or, ange
coule des statues bien étranges
que l'été en ronde range
ce qui bouge
dans la furie rouge
de l'automne embrasé
pardi, mes pieds
le froid n'est pas blanc, mais bleu
disent tes yeux
à l'hiver malheureux
© 2008 DUKOU ZUMIN &ditions TwalesK