Saving the Ill-Defined Moment

Smitten air, with peppermint sprigs crushed up in the mortar and pestle Blue sun, holding an aura which only the olive skinned beauties will see Cloud drift, in shapes which resemble an opaline map Point of view where only the ill-defined moment will be First blush, apples on cheeks gone pinched and rosy in love Liquid sleep, under the sun on patchwork quilt blankets akin to moth haven Shadowed face, a movement gone cool in the wake of a kiss Afternoon gone, in cloudy mint apples these ill-defined moments, unconsciously save 'em.