I love
the feel of your warm-
breath, misty
on a fog-drowned day
on the palms
and on my cheeks
or even better
in my mouth
where I breathe your
scent in
I love
the delicacy
of your touch
and then the-
sudden! playful
toss of your head
I love
the way you
call to me, and make
me feel needed
I love
the gaze
of your eyes
deep muddy pools
of being
and softness
Most of all
I love
the way your
misty gaze calms
the waters
on a stormy day.
(4th September 2013)
YOU ARE READING
Blue Moon
Poésie"Still she haunts me, phantomwise, Alice moving under skies Never seen by waking eyes." - Lewis Carroll, Through the Looking-Glass and What Alice Found There (2012 - 2014)
