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I AM YOURS By Tamara Haytayan Armen You envelop me Your sweet smell Permeates in the air Hold me tight Yes Tighter Do you feel my heart? Beating Against your chest It is trying to reach Your heart Is it whispering? What is it saying? I lift my head From the warmth Of your embrace I look up You look down Isn't this divine You whisper to me Your lips moving Without uttering much sound I do not need to hear I nod in sweet agreement Shyness entering my heart My lips curl into a half smile My eyes roll a look over your body Playfully Give me your hand I say Not with words But with my hand We do not need words Our gestures say it All Words would only Slice through This beautiful silence No It is not silent Here Do you hear The beat The beating of my heart Aching Longing To feel yours Beating Pounding with desire I am yours -- Tamar Haytayan Armen was born in Lebanon, lived in London for over 20 years and after volunteering in Armenia for one year with the Armenian Volunteer Corps, now lives in Vancouver, with her husband, Haig. Tamar is a trained photographer, and works as a freelance writer. She says "A day doesn't go by without the thought of Armenia in my mind."