My Perfect Woman
One that I could never describe, but can only feel in my dreams.
One whose kisses let me into her lips and I become her lips...
One whose body I hold, and I breathe her in like soft summer breezes off the sea.
She warms my cheek on her breast, and I am her comfort and her child.
She is my soul. I am her blood.
Together we live like the land and the sea.
We simply βareβ.
You are a very good poet. I am impressed by your writing ability. Don't give it up.. you can be something great Michael. Tanya