Knowing
Knowing you,
Knowing how you smell,
your taste,
how you will look at her.
Knowing the sound of your voice
in her deepest memory,
the memory that lives within
her unknown heart.
Recognizing the sound
of your beating heart
as she places her face gently
upon your warm chest.
Your arms wrapped
tightly about her,
your hands stroking her hair…
Finally, she is home.
LJH July2006
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