~¤~

There is something about you
that makes my heart race
or pause

that uncertain
unconscious non existing
feeling you can not touch
but I touch you
caresses of the trunk, kissing it's branches and limb
washing it's leaves

Your roots find their way inside
where noone has ever been before
inside my inner catacombs, where the light never reach
you're creeping soundlessly and starting fires

You
every shadow is in my face
when you're kissing me
when you're holding me tight
yes
yes come
I allow myself to be open

there is something about you
that makes the sap of life rise
the blood boil in thunder

that which makes me on fire

Calin 19/10/09

LPWJ eng version 23/10/09