A lovely (if chilly and wet) Saturday morning perfect for browsing through bookstores and perhaps a movie…
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You ask me what I want
and my answer to you is
that I want it all –
I want the Sun and the Sky
and that elusive and playful sprite
that lives beneath your lips.
I want the sigh of the wind
as it wends its way through your hair
and the soft caress of your hand
against my hot skin.
I want the fires and the fragrance
of your memory…
turned like fine wine.
Grace is you, flowing with the night,
like a barely perceived ripple of water…
unknown to me and unseen.
Edward-Yemil Rosario, 2007 ©