Even in the dark I think of you—
That these shadows have made me long for your touch.
Might that I wrap myself in the soft, white blanket of your skin,
your whispers tumbling warmly into my ear.
And yet as I consider the tenderness within your voice
It is only the sound of my heart—trembling
To be next to you.

Charles Coakley Simpson

6 responses

  1. lovely poetry and image.

    May 21, 2014 at 6:21 pm

  2. again sometimes when I read your words….I can only sigh
    and daydream..

    wonderful thoughts as usual….loved it

    May 22, 2014 at 1:06 am

  3. You’ve been missed…

    May 23, 2014 at 9:58 am

    • I’m not sure that I’m “back,” but thank you. That means a lot to me.

      May 23, 2014 at 1:05 pm

      • 🙂
        Well… hope it means more than just one poem per year…

        May 23, 2014 at 3:45 pm

  4. Intimacy 1 of the Best feeling in the world 😎

    March 24, 2017 at 6:02 am

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