When I am somewhere you are nowhere.
Sometimes I take my hands
and wrap them around Your heart
as if carrying a small bird
back to its nest
but that is just my mind's eye
making images.
My real imagination creates You
just as You create me.
I confessI lift Your skirt for love also.
You address me by being me.
I know you by being you.
That is why I can only love You
in my mirror.
I walk beside You
just to hold Your hand
on the other side of my heart.
You walk within me
just to feel Yourself
speaking these words.
Art Image "laura" By Tara
