I hold your hand
As the first morning beams
Are tipping the
Edges of my white
Curtains
I lay my hands
On your chest
On your face
Your stomach
Tangle my fingers in your hair
I caress you with
My eyes
My heart
My embrace
Surrounding every inch
Of your skin
I attempt to free myself
From your grip
Find you stretched
And twisted
Wound thru the tendrils
Of my mind
And I am comforted

Tabitha )O(
3/21/2003