Unspoken
March 10, 2008 by Just Jim
You walk into my space
claiming it as your own.
Your eyes, clear and open
look deep within,
speaking of equality.
I take your hand and trace a line
from wrist to fingertip.
Your kiss is warm, inviting,
taking me to special places.
We walk together hand in hand,
being, not possessing
Words cannot say these things
