Martas poems for Tuesday, September 13, 2011

Trough the veil of the drapes I see her soft silhouette its muted light melting into the darkness, illuminating my bed making the white sheets shine with a surreal glow as if they'd been touched by the divine hand of G-d. Its a sensual feeling to be touched by that light pure and innocent though it had travel so many thousands of miles yet drenched in the wisdom of time. and I feel the hastening beat of my heart telling me... You are alive! Sign in to see full entry.