Echoes Poem by Crystal Rosser

It echoes, it echoes
An ache to speak, my love;
Our dreams we dream
Side-by-side
Our souls, to listen
To feel every whisper
With drowsy eyes
Soul tends to soul;
Bodies intertwined
Like sands of a
Bottomless hourglass.

It echoes, it echoes
A soft, ageless touch
A timeless love;
To speak my love for you is
To speak my only dreams,
And to love you is to know
The core of my intimacy,
Seeping like a tender wound
Upon hardened flesh.