This is a kiss
sent from my raspberry lips
with childish glee
and a schoolgirl's plea
to dream
a thousand dreams
of me.
Hold my memory
tight in your arms,
close to your heart.
I'm thinking of you
as I hold onto
my pillow of sanity.
Laying in the dark,
staring at the stars,
breathing,
thinking,
loving
in synchronicity
with your heart. |