That Kiss

Form: Free Verse

This morning I woke
your kiss still lingering on my lips
as delicate as a butterfly
the last gentle remnants of my dream
the dream now like some dimly lit scene
on the silver screen of bliss
in dream state between the trees of seduction
enshrouded by curtains of willow
the air is heavy with dew
our cheeks moist with desire
as the night-breeze swirls
cooling our skin
my hair mingles with yours
our breath in tune with our passion
but did you speak
as I woke
or just leave my lips
with a kiss

© JG Farmer 2019

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