you are the smell of coffee
in the faint morning light
lavender violet clouds
drifting past the window
as I stir the cream
with a spoon
I forget to breathe
when I see you
the smile no longer
rumoured on my lips
my skin giggles from
the pores
and I blush
in spite of myself
giddy
you embrace me
like a wave on the shore
in moonlight
while stars dance above
and breezes whisper secrets
along the shorline
never let me go.
day 4
Leigh-Anne Fraser
theme: page of cups
