This day
S.C.HAMANT
Today the sun still burns hot in this late
hour,
As it shines on me I remember the heat
of your body,
Covers thrown off unneeded in the
cool of the night.
Yet, the warmth and sweetness of your
skin still caresses as you lay sleeping.
Waking to see you, feel you here, gives
great pleasure and completeness.
You truly do sleep as the angels and I
feel I still dream each time I wake in the