inkblot from the past

note: the guy who moved me to write this reappeared in my life again a month ago.
just thought it would be nice to republish it.

wordplay

you look into my eyes as I sip my coffee
and argue about politics with you.
the world outside ceases to exist
the moment you hold my hand
and run your fingers down my arms.
all my senses awaken each time you smile at me;
even though I’m lashing out at you
for your twisted ideas and opinions;
you let me win the argument anyway.

we are kindred souls wandering in our own clandestine universe.
disagreeing yet understanding,
our minds coming together as one in a sensuous interplay of words.

no one touches me like you do.

~stelle ©2002