Reach

I am the first woman that you kissed.
Your lips, oh how you made me ache.
We are seeds blowing across a field,
you're going one direction and I the
other.
We have had passion and love, we've
made love on cold and mean winters
and on those hot steamy nights.

You and I are fading but at different
speeds...we both know how it all ends.

We have met...

We brought our love here and made.


Carol Brown ©