You are like that first breath in
as the frost of Autumn begins
Your voice sends me aquiver,
It plays on sleeping heart strings-
My existence feels raw in your company,
like our memories were just
stepping stones
and you are forever challenging me to know how to simply be
and there is no need for pretense
There is something rather exhilarating
about how I always feel
my very being unraveling
and so very overly exposed
whenever your soul looks at me.
Gretchen Leary (McIntire) 