Fingers slide through
your dark black hair,
like vines entwining
to become one
interweaved dream.
A leaf from a book of mystery,
our petal clothing dropping,
to share our endless story.
As eyes gaze into mine
in a dream, we slip into
another world,
we stretch across
flowerbeds,
two new buds feeling
the air
for the first time.
The duvet shade
of a rose petal’s
perfect form,
holding us close
like a sleeping bag.
Skin against soft skin,
safe and warm.
Luxurious.
Watching time slowly crawl.
We have all the time.
We let the rest
of our petals fall.
In this bed of roses,
no thorns,
just perfumed
beauty.
Where the sun
shone
down,
now the moon gazes on.
Hands held, as the stems
become a twirling branch
strong in all weather.
Roots meld, as the stems
become one
in a dream
of forever.
Thanks for reading
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"Tales from the 44A"
here
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continue to do this.
Peace, Love & Poetry
Kyle
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