If I could draw circles in the sand,
all the circles would spell your name
my hands that move through the sand
the extension of my heart’s longing
I am drawing circles in the sand
because you are not here
my thoughts pull you closer to me
as my cupped hands bring the sand
closer … forming it, pressing down on it
birthing erotic thoughts about you
the sand flowing through my fingers -
my hands, instinctively knowing
how to move… how to create out
of the sand… how to touch…
my hands knowing my thoughts..
obeying my desires,
wanting to possess the sand
as if you were here
as if I am able to touch you.
as if I possess you
Pablo Loves Life
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/circles-in-the-sand/
