Wordless...
We speak in subtle
gestures.
While our flesh responds with a
language of its own.
Listen to the wind moan its
pleasure to the night.
Watch...as the world parts to the
stir of this caress.
We are at once the wind...and the
world that shivers in delight.
In the absence of
words...
We speak the language of
the night.
Thu Oct 29, 2009 at 3:40pm