Free Style Fridays: Just One Night (new poem)

Just one night
to be held by you
to know the touch
the smell
of your skin.

Just one night
to hear you
whisper my name;
to hear how it
falls in cascades
from your lips.

Just one night
to memorize
the incandescent lustre
of your smile,
of your eyes.

Just one night
to dance alone
with you,
to music only
we can hear.

Just one night
to decide
to live again.

©Angell 2007

Stay sane inside insanity ~ and never forget your towel.