Your head rests against a silken pillow,
Forehead just inches from my pounding chest...
I've often wondered about gazing into your eyes
whether it'd be the same as I've often dreamt...
You rose up to
meet me...
We are thousands of miles away.
Months keep flying by without you...
If you with wit and patience reach my chest
And veer in left, be wary of your find...
Cold tough chiseled rock
yet when cracked a beautiful...
My Scottish Man, come take my hand
And we will run through history...
We swam in oceans of blankets
and made love with the simplicity...
An innocent Fairy?
Or an angel with invisible wings...
I liked it better when
you didn't exist and I could...
Spellbound am I by you--
a frozen sunset...
I find it quite peculiar
the way you blow kisses in my hair...