Softly, We Drift
We drift softly together- -
hands glazing a window filled with stars
where row of flowers bends its twirling hips
and curtains lift the fabric of breath,
until we become keepers in August's hours
that bless the grandeur of devotion...
and in the stillness of dusk
when all blossoms turn to virtues
deepening the fragrance of the sky,
we will find each other on a cradle
of roses in the glade--
as a breeze disrobes our pores
stirring the ember of fireflies blazed,
that even moonglow crowns our love
amidst the glimmer of jovial kisses
undefined by any name, while we,
in a bright pastel of August,
together... drift softly.
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For Julia Rodeheaver Contest: Whisper Sweet Nothings
Re-submitted 11/19/2017
Copyright © Nette Onclaud | Year Posted 2013
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