beth@sphinx.UChicago.UUCP (beth d. christy) (05/10/85)
There are rhythms in your touch
That move me
sweep me
under
your spell
You take my breath away
And replace it with your own
You take my hand
my mouth
my self
And hold me
Til I'm caught again
In your touch
in the rhythms
in the waves
I am
for you
--JB