Places

In an afternoon as tiredness wafted over me, my mind was more open to thoughts and this poem grew.





Places  -  23 May 14

In the secret place
Where dark and light
Blend and merge
Love grows

In the secret place
Where whispers
Are the loudest thing
Love grows

In the secret place
Where fingertips
Do the talking
Lust grows

In all the secret places
We share together
Words are unnecessary
We grow





A sort of Love song / Lust song.