je t'aime

Posted by Robert Anderson On Thursday, December 22, 2011 1 comments

when i claim this as truth
from the crevices of my soul
you induce in me a beauty
unlike any other

i'm fallible
yet somehow can exact on breath
in foreign words of passion
for you

days go and i'm invited by each night
to dream once again
of love

and there
in the depth of truest depth
poises unyielding satisfaction

je t'aime.

Posted by Robert Anderson at Thursday, December 22, 2011
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1 comment:

M Kari said...

Just as soothing as ever...makes me feel sad that the dream is so unyielding there and yet out of reach

December 28, 2011 at 9:35 AM

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