H. Ray Davis


I wake every morning with the fear that the elusive love I feel will leave me. The  agony of the memory of you will fade. The thoughts of you and all the passion that I hold so close. Kissing the nape of your neck, so intertwined it was unclear where one began and the other ended. I cast myself in you! You are the very air that feeds the fire that burns within me. I am lost in you.


H R Davis