Remember when she spoke your name
As if it were an apple blossom?
As if you weren't flesh and bone
But starlight and lavender?
Remember her tongue on your skin
As if your flesh were snowflakes;
As if you wouldn't melt a little
Every time you think of her.
Dark blue
Is the color of midnight ice,
Bottomless black
Are the branches in the orchard.
And if you think of her in shorter days
And if you find you miss her,
Remember apple blossom days
But don't forget the winter.
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Oh yes, the perfect lover, impossible to forget, very natural
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Thank you, Cynthia. Your comments are a joy to me.
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ReplyDeleteThis is beautiful. I especially loved these great lines: "As if you were'nt flesh and bone But starlight and lavender?"
Thanks, I'm glad you liked the image. I'm a big fan of your peotry, too!
ReplyDeleteThis very beautiful and very sensual.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Wordcrafter! You have a beautiful blog.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful poem!
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