Afternoon whispers before dusk claims its end,
Tap me softly into a mental daze
With soothing sweet thoughts before night descends,
Touch me silently where I need to roam,
Inhale, exhale the breath speaks your name
On this journey in quiet repose,
Drifting, is led by your smiling face.
At that moment the cell-phone rings,
Your name comes up; I press green to connect,
Knowing your voice, and to hear you speak
Brings a wave of comfort which strengthens faith
Saying, all that you give I embrace and need,
Reminding me, amorously, the kindness of fate.
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Wicked poem !!
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ReplyDeleteThanks for your comment, Jupiterchildren!
Beutiful, absolutely beautiful.
ReplyDeleteThanks Jungle Girl for your lovely comment!!
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