His warm sweet hand gently moving the hair from my face
Comforting and soothing the pain like lace. . In the roar of the wind I can feel him Rumbling through my soul like a deep echo.
Stealth movements in quiet like the Gecko . In the still of the night I can smell him
Sweetness and musk ..lilacs and roses
His sweet breath kissing parts of my nose . I open my eyes and I see him
His love his eyes his incredible power
It is after this I need a cigarette and shower. ———- Bio: Lisa Griswold is a poet and freelance writer from Anderson, California.