If Walls Could Speak
Saturday Night...
You’re here, in the flesh; tall and handsome, where nothing stands between us
but our breaths... softly, yet eagerly exchanging warm, casual greetings
Tonight, in the absence of distance, time is defunct; obsolete...
And if these walls could speak, they would tell of the blazing sparks that fly
when our eyes meet and how quickly I have to look away
or I would melt like fresh, creamy butter in sunlight at noon!
~*~
9/7/13
For "Mr. Incredible"
Copyright © Audrey Haick | Year Posted 2013
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