..This
moment
If
I could speak to you and touch your hands while my mouth confessed
I
should be unable to withhold even one fragment of truth from you
and
you would find yourself carrying the full burden of my revelation.
For in this moment
My
heart and mind do converge in a single focus
Whose concentrated desire has torn open my
neat excuses
And
left me pink in newborn honesty.
Just
at this moment..
It
is well that you are far from the reach of my fingers dear
And
sleeping in a place my words cannot visit
That
the weight of my love may not make of you a captive.
From Lottie Aug 2012
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I'm not in just now, but you're welcome to stay a while and doodle me a note. Make yourself a cuppa if you like, otherwise there's some beer in the fridge, and probably some left-over chocolate cake. No pinching my turkish delight though, and whatever you do, don't feed the cat, she's completely loony.
Lottie