The first time
I wrote a poem
Was when I saw you
On the forest floor
With the komorebi
Kissing every inch
Of your skin-
Your hands
Weaving wildflowers
And your lips
Softly humming
A tune that I
Desperately wanted
To get to know-
You, yourself,
Were a wildflower
So unapologetically
Herself.
The first time
I saw you,
I saw poetry-
The most beautiful one
The universe
Had written.
*
You were weaving
The wildflowers
With meraki
And I was standing there
Gazing at you
From behind a tree
Its emerald leaves
Stroking my face.
Your mellifluous voice
Filled the air
And soothed my ears
The way a nightingale hums
A welcome note
To weary travelers.
The first time
The magic of words
Whirled in my mind
Was when
Your euphonious voice
Brushed against my lips
And pasted
A honeyed kiss.
*
You breathed poetry
Into my lungs
And rescuscitated me
Back to life.
I will write till
My dreams
Collide with your reality
YOU ARE READING
ZEPHYR
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