bound; forever

magnetic, force of will

that brings me to you, a force that shows no sign of weakening

i feel your heart beat , it falls into a rhythem like a familiar sound of home

i hear your cries in the distant

fighting the urge to run to you lay near you

feeling your hands on my body, deep kisses that there is no escape from

needing to taste those lips forever, wanting you

flowing into each other.

i talk, olny you understand

i walk where you have stood

watching the stars for a sign of you like a cosmos in our own universe

i would kiss you and never stop, for the taste would keep on evolving

the simple flavor of you

we speak by just using our eyes

you can tell me you love me by grabbing hold of my hand

you are in my very being,as no one will ever know

carrie ann kawa 4/2005

this one is an older poem brought on by my strange dreams and trust me they are strange

this onepop out at me while i was looking for salt's poems { i wonder why maria} this is about no one possible the fantasy of {him} whom ever {he} is i would like to belive mr. right is there but that would make me a romantic and i would never admit to that i would rather eat a bug a big juicy bug , but befor i do that i will admit the thought of someone understanding me is a nice idea some one who knowes my poetry takes on a life of its own when the words come i cannot tell you what it will be about or why i wrote it until its done {the one thing i will give up control too} because something magical happens when i put that pen to paper that i wish i could explain that some how childhood to adult is wraped in there or feelings that each one of my poems brings out ----- this one is based on a dream like many

i will blog some time next week about salt trust me some werid stuff happens to the strange angel and where he came from well let say in 1993 i saw a strange man on the bus dressed in a very odd way and he was making balloon animals that stayed in my grey matter for years until 1997 when i started to write mr.salt at first my mom said the title of your poem is mr.salt and with a coy smile i said yes and she said you are an odd one carrie and my replie was your my mother what do you expect

well goodnight wonderwall ------maria hope you do not find it to weird and yes i am a brat

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