Friday, November 11, 2011
I looked my love in the eyes and allowed him to lead the dance.
We danced…and danced…and danced.
I was entranced,
Lost or completely found?
I had never had such a sense of belonging as I did when I danced with Him.
My beginning, my middle and my end.
What a Lover he is.
Last night you wrote your sonnets in Braille: the commas, parenthesis, ellipses engraved perfectly on my skin- and I ...
Look what happens with a love like that- it lights up the whole sky. ~Hafiz~ Picture:Google
the waxen face of moon melting in the pool of tears like snow in my palms © Nazia J
if I hold my breath, if I become very, very still: if I stop breathing; if I just stop breathing... will I hear you calling me, f...