WATCHING

This morning I watched the sunrise
As I held your hand in mine;
Just a single point of contact between us,
And yet the power flowed freely
From my fingertips to yours
And from your fingertips to mine
As you held my hand in yours.

I stood in blazing sunlights and icy winds,
And I blinked dust and small insects from my eyes.
When your lips brush mine so gently
I feel so loved;
And when you kiss me deeply, hungrily, imploringly,
You suddenly become all there is.

Though the day has been long
And I struggle to catch my thoughts,
I am struggling to make my hand flow
As quickly as this praise.
Even though, when I wake in the morning,
I will not look into your eyes,
And you will not find me by your side,
I know we watch the same sunrise.

Tamyka Bell
15 September, 2004


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