Kiss
the porch light goes dark-
the taste of cherry chapstick
lingers on my lips
–
lost in your garden-
crimson tulips
brush my cheek
the porch light goes dark-
the taste of cherry chapstick
lingers on my lips
–
lost in your garden-
crimson tulips
brush my cheek
your hand grasps my thumb-
our breathing becomes one as
sleep takes you away
–
post bottle-
a twitch wakes you
for just a moment
the blankets askew-
as you start to fall asleep
we share the same breath
–
dream talking-
I lie beside you
and listen
april darkling skies-
picking up dry kindling for
the seasons last fire
–
well worn stories-
glowing embers
float skyward
late afternoon sun
shadows of rhododendrons
dance upon my wall
–
woolen socks-
warm feet on
the windowsill
opening the blinds-
the white light of a full moon
caresses your skin
–
pounding surf-
the taste of salt
on your lips
the blankets askew-
you stand before the window
glowing in moonlight
–
together asea-
with eyes the sky
and hair the sun
sitting ‘neath the moon-
entranced by the graceful curve
of your bare shoulder
–
caramel skin-
silver moonlight
in your hair
full moon sunrise-
a thin spiderweb of clouds
spun across the sky
–
brightening skies-
the morning moon
greets the sun
taunting the punters-
precariously balanced
just before the plunge
–
the village fete-
powdered sugar
dusts my shirt