Tuesday, September 6, 2011

I told my love I love her

One day in the late summer
I told my love I love her.
“How much?” she asked.
“I love you so much it hurts that
You're not here,” I replied.
I long for the day we touch.
The day our
Bodies mingle as our thoughts do.
I want our senses to stand
Even underneath the sun,
Smell and taste on
Equal footing to sight and hearing.
I long to feel you beside me,
To smell the fragrence of your hair, of your sweat, of
To feel the rough strength of your feet, the
Smooth grace of your neck.
I long to be with you, my love.
To be you.
To be

6 September 2011

To Luong Thi Mai Hong

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