Our lips softly touch, two-to-two, making a quiet, almost
leaves, red and brown,
skittering across the ground,
windblown and crinkly.
You turn your face where I can see it no more,
laying your head on my shoulder, your hair playing lightly
across my face in the evening breeze...
ruffled and puffed
in the cool wind of
Then, as you fall asleep beside me, breathing long, warm
breaths on my arm, I lie there, exploring the nape of your
neck with gentle fingers, until my hand falls sleepily to
your shoulder and my eyes slowly close, leaving all conscious
presence of you behind...
leafy shadows on a twilight lagoon,
continuing their patterns throughtout
the moonlit night.
Copyright © Susan Gibson | Year Posted 2019
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