sometimes i like to think that she
some night might read my poetry
my words pounding in HER breast
repeating parts she loves the best,
her lips silent but for sighing
as she reads them realizing,
how much of her in words is seen
how much in spaces in between
how when my pen is laid to rest
her whispers pounding in MY breast
Donovan Baldwin
Me too, for you. Whether or not based on truth. :)
Kerry~