Rbs
Every sound is your body. Call me from the depths.
A bell tolls. And I shiver. Could only be my love.
Raise the dead. Invoke the spirit between us.
A cold wind blows around my shoulders. I only feel your caress.
Lie here next to my living body.
See the world through my jaded eyes.
We can still dream.
I will still hold you.
Copyright © Gina Young | Year Posted 2013
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