touching me

Written by: Sandra Adams

every touch
is like the wind
airbrushing the lake
soft ripples flowing
towards the center
vanishing 
until the next brush
of your hands
gently gliding
down

each kiss
paints me autumn's colors
making my breath rise
then fall like the shadows
on walls as the sun seduces
the clouds

each day
i grow more vibrant
in color
and shine
from within this heart
that's filled with love
because of you...