Under your terrifying hands
and tender searchings
far too deep
to fathom,
tragedies were lost,
forgotten within the fragility
of moments and memories
etched
in ancient dust,
whirling tides whispered
by your torrential touch.
Underneath this skin
are indentations left
by your delicate laughter,
echoes of time and space,
our own
only
through beauty's bravery,
faith in knowledge shared -
fertile soil seeded
in anticipation
of abundant harvest.
Beyond the greedy grasp
of passing years,
I remain surrounded
by your subtle songs
of quiet rapture,
surrendering
to the indelible,
incredible sunsets
resting softly
inside your eyes...


~Pamela




Everything but that, apparently. 













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