Since alone I remain
A confession I make
If I should die tonight
I would want you to know
Your soul has melted the ice from this once cold heart
As if your hand pressed tightly against a frosted windowpane
As each layer melted and trickled down your arms
I was lying there, waiting, with my lips parted
Catching each droplet anointed by your touch
with my tongue
Moistening my parched lips
Savoring sip after sip
Swallowing renewed trust
My thirst like a sponge
Your touch so hot
Allowing me at last
To drink my fill.
Copyright ©2007 Melinda A. Napoletano
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