Your warm skin wakes me
Like a gentle breeze after the thaw.
My days like a porch swing idly soaking up the sun.
Swimming in your deep gaze
then wrapped in your embrace.
Time blooms in blinding color
as withered leaves fall and hide the road behind me.
Copyright © Nancy Rabb | Year Posted 2019
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