the promise
the wind blows through the trees
like your breath on my neck
warm, exhilarating, full of love
I kiss it with my hand,
raised high to the blue
in our lips' moist, tender stead
your skin does not touch mine
but alone I am not
every silence whispers your love
and every moment
holds the promise
of home.
Written 10.20.11 @ 6:20 PM
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