Charlies Mummy
2008-04-14 14:02:34 UTC
with each heartbeat he breathes,
moving now within me...
and we float upon the breeze.
Love's sweet love... each tender stroke a trace,
caressing now my very soul,
his kiss...my coup de grace.
Oh!...now we lay complete...
no end to me or you,
our breath dancing in unison,
upon the morning dew.