The Wordsmith (Version 2)

paula robles nettel

Shhh… I said

as my hand rested in your mouth.

Let me see your face

let me feel again

the blue color of your eyes,

let me start this dream,

traveling the contour of your hands.

Oh! Those precious hands,

that romance the pen

that flirts with your thoughts.

Let me grab your hand

measure it against mine,

let me entwine min fingers into yours.

Let me recognize

the quiet man who looks down into my eyes

let me find my way to you

close your eyes

let me dream 

seal your lips with mine.

 Stavanger - 2015