The
image of a Woman
In the hollow of your throat I lose my reason,
In the curve of your neck I forget myself.
Behind your ear I lose my way…
My hands in your hair I forget my name…
Moments
When I quake with fear you hold me still.
When I tremble you quiet my fears.
In the moments when I question my power you smile and urge me
to new heights.
When I falter and loose my way you offer me your hand and hold
me for a moment till I have my balance.
When I’m spinning and lose my way you reach out for a moment
to steady me.
In those brief moments when you touch me I love you best.
My lips on yours I am undone.
And in your arms I am reborn.
