L.C. McQuillen
23.05.22
I gently skim the edges of your skin
Relaxed against the pattern of your breath
Drifting in and out of belief
That your arms are wrapped around me
And no matter how many days
I spend, with our fingers intertwined
Will I begin to grasp the concept
Of how simple, yet deep our love can be
My eyes flickering closed to open
Fighting the urge to fall asleep
I want to absorb every detail
So when you are far
Je peux rêve a nous
You feel too good to be true
You are everything I’ve hoped for
yet nothing of what I have known
There’s a familiarity
that I can’t explain
A natural and inevitable appeal
Drawing us closer, desiring more
I cherish the time we have together
although few and far between
In the distance my love seeps
over the miles between you and me
Meeting you has changed
my perspective of love
And the idea now looms
in the back of my mind
Des hommes gentils existent