Feeling It All

Snowflakes in dead of winter centered on the palm of my hand become the iris in your eyes...
brilliant blue pools of ice... frozen in place.  The incredulous jolt , coming face to face with you,
dissipates as white velvet winter caresses my cheek.  I can hear the snowflakes falling
as my eyelids reach to feel their fragile kisses, so silent is this night.  Heaven must feel like this,
powder soft, almost scented, my fingers slipping through a newborn’s grasping hands,
the finest Belgian cut lace filtering the season’s suns...the strength of the fire in your soul.
The cool satin water from a deep well coating my throat, quenching my thirst.
A Magnolia scented summer breeze playing with my hair, your touch,
feather light on my skin.  Your voice, a violin’s most enchanting sonata,
piercing my heart with chords of  Swan Lake.  I can feel you with me, so close,
so into me, so here. The air between us...barely there... we dance.
Fingers laced in gold, tangled, clinking, searching, loving.
Silent screams burst to life...quelled by passion with no boundaries.
Feel the harp’s crescendo...rolling, climbing, cresting, falling...barely breathing.

Joanna
DreamitSo