The Perfect Moment

January 13, 2009
By Renae Gossens, Kimberly, WI

I hear the thunder through his chest.
Lying on the ground,
the moonlight mirrors off the water,
the stars flicker and the gentle breeze is warm,
the water sways.

My eyes deepen as i listen,
so many sounds around me
crickets,water,wind
but everything quiets, my ear focuses
every beat of thunder makes my heart stop

his sweatshirt becomes my security blanket
the sweet smell of his cologne glides up my nose
it soothes my soul
my eyes drift into an abyss of darkness
I'm where I'm supposed to be


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