8.15.2010

Kiss From a Visitor

golden light stirs me;
i turn my face to the sun
awaiting your touch.

sailing deep blue skies
you glide back into my life
tasting of nectar.

your honey-tongued lies...
i stand rooted by our past
swaying in this breeze.

gentle brush of lips
turns my trembling to a dance;
i have surrendered.

a final caress
from fluttering heart/wing beats...
your love flown once more.


(Visitor)

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