Amorous

It is the sound of descending snowflakes Stumbling end over end, lightly so It is the rhythm of the air Breathing softly through sienna coloured hair If you listen carefully without a breath You may hear it within the echoes across the waters Of the haunting melodies of the loons As they sing of their fragile dreams If you cup your hands together, you might feel it In the lightness of air between your fingertips And soft as the brushing of new-born feathers across your skin Unbreakable, and yet as supple as teardrops mingled with a kiss It can be seen in fleeting glimpses Within the calm reflections over mirrored waters In the lone brief moment of dawn When the first rays of light wink to kiss the surface If you desire it can be tasted In those foremost kisses of warm summer rains In the tantalising caresses of mist whispering over you body As you lie within the sultry breath of moonlight It is the scent in the air Of serenity drifting across the leaves of grass It is the essence that lingers So long after the first kiss