Friday, 25 September 2009

A Space Made to be Fit



I remember the sun,
the sunshine,

the moon,
the sunset,

the 28 stars I could count.


The space within my fingers,

for your fingers to fit and lock forever with mine.


The mixture of continual complement,
transparent everywhere.

Your humming surrounding my air.


The space within my arms,

for your arms to fit and lock forever with mine.


I remember your eyes,
the intensity of your love.

I remember your smile,
your joy contagious and warm,

the desire to be with you.