My Love

And as the darkness came she lay

On flights of fancy did she sway

With thoughts of him who came and touched the corners of her soul

Be still he whispered tenderly

She wept and held him close to feel the

Skin on skin and scent she drank

Till all was left was morning light

And in the memory of his touch

She dwelled in visions of her love

Whose voice would sooth and melt her till she bathed in rapture so

© 2012 Christina Thom