| The Beautiful You catch my hips in your strong hands, And I know exactly what you are thinking. You press your lips to my forehead, In that kiss there�s concern and truth. I�m stumbling blind into your world again, And I�m not even trying to break my fall. I want to tell you about the beautiful, The shocking, The relaxing rhythm of the tide I catch my breath as your fingertips trace my jaw, You hum quietly Something soft, something slow. You hold me so tight there�s sweet pain against my sides, And fog behind my eyes, You play your hands through my hair, And I want to tell you about the beautiful, The mesmerizing, The powerful pull of the moon. Your unrelenting eyes are fixed on mine, And we�re discussing poetry, Long lost sonnets of love and war, But not a words sounds between us. I want to tell you about the beautiful, The comforting, The completeness of the night sky. I want to tell you about the beautiful, The beautiful. By Rachel Werner Copyright 2002 |