Living Poetry

                 
It's like living a poetry with you on my mind
Words on my lips like never before..like the distances far, far away
Between the laughter between the dreams between the smiles
When I say I love you go cold inside, Why should it be so
But my loves pure like the air from that mountain high
It demands nothing of you except just be kind
The words I remember so well and those touches
It's ingrained so deep in my minds, mind.
Those touches never physical in a sense of the touch
But your words took root in my heart
My face my eyes my hands are in darkness
At times in the lightness of the day
When my eyes can capture the sights the sigh's of the night
Remembering the touches as the shivers taking hold of our bodies of our minds
As our bodies were washed with the rain from the night
The petals of those flowers that you scattered before me..Such a nice touch
As you open your lips to whisper to smile to laugh to kiss me
As I hold your face between my hands and say
Say what you do not want to hear.
But my love's pure not demanding in any way.

                                       Connie James.