There will always be something about
The feel of your skin under mine.
There will always be that taste in my mouth that speaks your name only.
Late in the night as the city sleeps
I will always miss your touch your secret whisper and tender lips.
There will always be a place under my arm and wrapped in my dreams for you.
Sempervivum Addawënn


About prewitt1970

Born in a vineyard in 1970, napa valley to be exact. Published Poet, International Artist, Cancer survivor and Advocate for young onset Parkinson's disease. "Be brave, Be bold and thrive in the life you have." c.2012
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