I prayed I could lie with you
under the cherry blossoms
when winter had fallen
and my heart had awakened to spring.
Next to the river water,
the gloss of your eyes
captured in moonlight,
as you used every word you knew
to speak your soul into mine.
I prayed I could lie with you
so I could touch the shadows of your skin,
to leave marks on your neck
to tell the stars you were mine;
To taste salt from your skin
no one else had known,
and breath from your lungs
no one else had heard.… Read the rest >>> “I Prayed I Could Lie With You (poem)”