DRIFTING
 
 
Like searching white billowing puffs in the sky,
for some familiar outline of shapes or faces,
as they carelessly float on by,
I find my thoughts drifting to you evermore.
 
The wind caresses my face like your soft fingertips,
as they brush against my cheek, taking my breath away.
Your warm, sensual, lingering kiss upon my lips
carries me into a state of pure emotional bliss.
 
I want to cry from the mountaintop, "I am alive!"
with excited breathlessness heaving from my chest.
I am forever grateful, with you by my side,
for the meaningful purpose you bring.
 
I find my thoughts drifting to you evermore...

Marla Verhulst
September 2002


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