An encore.
Could anything be more delicious than
the sky pale blue smudged grey?
The swirl of him in my mouth,
coffee lips
with an intention to honor with pretty tormentsβ€”
we are closer than physical,
a bumbershoot
forgotten while sauntering in the rain.

 

 

 

Photo credits: Soul Kiss by Loui Jover, Pinterest

Posted for Quadrille #110 @ dVerse Poets Pub