Unaware

Written by: James Gibbons

She leaned closer whispering,
An ease, almost an invitation
Companionship offered?
Bits, pieces of words visible                                                                                      
Question unanswered
Simple fresh gift, honesty
Conveys a message
Simple and profound
Her hand slowly moved
Brushed her shoulder, a glance
Outlined smooth supple back
Glowing velvety soft skin
Shadows interplayed on draped hair
Complementing, softly placed
Unaware, gently moving
Her scent drifted
She was unaware of it.