Lips - graphic art by Donald Harbour
At night, when
You slowly enter my world,
When I am asleep, dreaming
Susceptible to you,
I know you are there.
I watch you glide across
The floor of my mind,
Elusive, furtive, sensuously,
A butterfly of desire.
There is a moment, a flicker
That catches my breath,
I cannot breathe with you
In my mind.
I am drowning in a pool
Of love, need, ache,
You hold my heart in your hands,
And you know it.
Copyright: 2009, Donald Harbour
Donald Harbour Poetry 
“A butterfly of desire.”
Beautiful.
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