Nancy Fischer

I caught my reflection in the mirror
It was my own hand that ran through my hair,
I listened as my favorite artist crooned
Closed my eyes
...

I stood there wrapped in the warmth of rain
The shower slowly poured down my mane,
I found my back against the tub
My feet I straddled on tiled wall
...

The sight of you
Inflames me
By your touch,
I fill with urge
...

I want to hear your voice embrace my name in whispered dedication,
Or uttered in darkness by your breathlessness.

The sight of your face
...

naked
the sea
the ebb
the flow
...

This energy that emanates from me
Producing a sensation of brightness
Makes seeing possible
All truth and awareness
...

Like the fairy tale perfectly written
He takes my hand,
shows me why
...