TRemBloVe:   by Stephanie Sandberg

i close my eyes and still see you face
i turn up the music and still hear your voice
your image swirls unendingly
amid the myriad of strange thoughts
which are my own
how my soul could become so possessed
my heart so constricted
consumed entirely
with each warm breath
as it plays across the hills and valleys
of my flesh
dreaming in your arms
our minds dancing
frollicing as we sleep
ahhh
to be in love
full of fear
longing
hope
aching
for the next touch
the next softly spoken word
the next beat of your heart
pressed near to mine
i soar on wings of butterflies
and nothing can bring me down