She is my time for us

the waking words

so crisp… paused on her lips…

they announce

tender kisses

 

Before the pillow knows it

she slips sensuous phrases

on whispered sheets of us

no getting out

of bed

now..

 

The words color me in shades of her

rainbows and butterflies

take flight

just as she planned

 

Robins sing and poetry rings

through lips of unspoken

sighs

breathing out  each syllable

 

I want to hear…each

now imagined …

skinned

against deep crevices of me…

waiting to be set free…

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