To find a kiss of yours on the stage of twilight
when light slowly ebbs below the horizon,
a silver of dark orange and dusty lavender
what I wouldn’t give
to trace my finger on your lips,
extract an emotion or two from its bridge.
I taste the saltiness of ocean,
as breath is interlaced with the serenity of sky,
I allow its appeal to flood the senses.
To gaze upon your brow
would be to witness the whirl of coruscating stars,
how is it that God has made you
so as to lead me upon the path to allegiance,
I find I am partial
to your visage and in turn have betrayed the moon.
And to immortalize you in verse,
what I wouldn’t give to compare with stimulation
to find a kiss of yours in the mist of early dawn
for purposes such I await the day.
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Posted for Tuesday Platform @ Real Toads