The invisible motion of my love for you is trapped beneath my skin.

A partner to my soul, moving deep within.

A shuddering of sleeping giants exhaling a silent roar.

A heart reverberating with the thundering of a mad drummers' drumming.

A rustling of a thousand thrushes wings soaring skyward.

A trembling whirl of golden leaves in the wild autumn wind.

The ceaseless motion moves me.

J.K. copyright© 1999

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