A Million Times

Tell me a million times, how much the skin on my face means to your fingers, as you glide them softly from the brow above my eyes to the hollow beneath my lips, then kiss me.

 

And how you love the image of the water dripping from my toes making ever radiating ripples in the pond as we sit on the dock just before sunset.

 

How you love to watch my hair blowing in the gentle autumn breeze, like the sweeping silken branches of the weeping willow tree, behind me on the shore.

 

How you love to see the sunlight that shines off the water, sparkling its brilliant reflection into my eyes, on my face, and on my body, like an exotic fire dance.

 

Tell me, oh please tell me, as our rapid breath slows, taking in the smell of the earth around and within us how much you love me, a million times, a million times a million, as I love you.

 

By Evelyn Mitchell, copyright 2008

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