Every silent word
that whistles through the trees
is a mesmerising,
whispered word
from your lips to me.
Lips formed from clouds
delicately part,
and sunlight shines down,
anticipation shimmering
in the heat,
like the summer sun
on a pavement street.
The angel wings in the air,
wispy miracles of light.
Highlight the skin on your back,
a soft path
for fingers of love
to walk across.
Lost
in their own dance
of happiness.
Swept back hair,
let loose,
swings in captivating arcs
through
my dreams.
And I see you.
Those eyes speaking.
Though the bitten lips sit silent.
Inviting.
The rose bud flower bed
that flourishes in the air.
Vapour memories
of a different place, a distant year.
Reminders of the way
your cheeks would flush red,
as our smiles turned to kisses
and fingers of love
would hold each other,
tangled strands
of our dreams
twisted together.
Thanks for reading
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