Deeper than marrow,
you have stowed away to the center of my being,
and belong.
Erupting the heart thumping.
Impatience to get rid of anything around and focus
on the way you breath deeply.
And to hold you close.
And exist in a private realm
and make believe
that we are the only ones that matter.
Grasping your small hands to mine,
fitting effortlessly
like parking at the marina to follow the waves.
Wading in the stillness.
Feeling the car shift from the wind.
Glance at one another to see what's caught the attention.
Watching the sun shift, reflecting in your eyes.
Like sucking up your presence
through a straw and embracing
as the smell of your hair slowly takes center stage...
~Tina Meeks
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