Return to: Love is a JourneyStill I dream of you, sometimes. I feel the sweat of your body against mine, your heart beats softly into a quiet night, and I turn to lay my ear to your chest. I dream of you, sometimes. I reach to pull your leg to mine; place it over the rise of my hip. I know the warmth of your hand as it slides into the curve of my waist, and the familiar urge of your body as it slips into my secrets. In the quiet darkness of this lonely night, I dream of you, and sometimes, reach to hold what is not there. Shirley Alexander © 2009
