Saturday, October 22, 2011

the promise

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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