All Yours
Speak to me gently, my love.
as gentle as the whisper
of the west wind
touching winter twigs.
Embrace me tightly , my love
like a misty cloud
embosoming the moon.
Kiss me tenderly ~
like dewdrops touch
on a blossoming bud.
Sing to me once again, my love
those melodies written in the clouds~
whistled by nocturnal songbirds
whispered by the west wind.
Dance with me now, my love
as the scented shades of night fall;
Come take my hand
I am~ all yours.
01.21.2021
Copyright © Jcb Brul | Year Posted 2021
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