The mist is like a gift
Refreshing on the face
Of Sunday morning
Left and right
It sways
The wind displays it’s cordial
Gratitude handled with
Delicate affection
What is romance?
Is it a fascination
A carrot dangling
On a string
Is it enchantment
In the forest
Hid behind
A childlike fling?
Is it a courtship
Of intrigue
That leaves us
Dancing in the street
A love affair
Of fleeting moments
One hundred brush strokes
In your hair
A flirting rendezvous
That sets off fireworks in your eyes
The moss that’s clinging
To the walls
The ivy climbing
To disguise
A secret second
That beholds
A glance a kiss
A dream in blue
Watching clouds
That shift and shape
To take the form
Of what is you
Like the flowers on a tree
The petals falling
Gracefully
Like the shadow that
Is following the
Steps we
Cannot see
Is it the laugh that
Rings the bell
Above the writing
Wishing well
Or the pail that gathers
Water bringing
Hearts up
To prevail?
Tangled in the sheets
Leftover imprints in the bed
The scent the pillow case
Has left
From the curls upon
His head
Is it the anxiousness I feel
Waiting to hold you once again
Or the excitement in my nerves
Before it starts that it
Could end
© GÄ
Poétique 