Anna Christmas

when the heat behind my eyes calls, it calls for you.
when waves in my womb sing, they sing of you too.
when a rythem moves my spine or
a verse rides on my mind…
when a song flows past my lips brim or
emotion chills my nipples rim…
lingers always a familiar smell, and that smell is you.
glows always a common shade, and that shade is you too.
and then you wonder, and without intention, raise the question how
can this be so past, so future and so now?
and I answer, when my intuition speaks she always mentions you.
and when I search my own soul I find you too.