I sit in awe of you
reading snowflakes
like life lessons
falling from the sky
I read your sensuality
quietly rising
like the mist from my earl
secret desires hidden in the fog
I am missing
day consuming chats laced with
late afternoon waterfalls
and not so hidden innuendos
it seems touching
a soul across
a sea of light and fish and words
takes both time and effort
and who really has that to give?
Eila Mahima Jaipaul
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-missed-a-poet-timing-is-everything/
