Scent of freshly brewed ristretto and
pear butter, pour memories out unto
readying eve. I smile as conversation
flows, as though a passionate stream.
You’re poetry dark, that enchants ―
delights the muse as melting waves.
You’re song and silence that swirls,
as though petals unto written page.
I eyed rough sketches sprawled on
bed, as night spreads out its wings.
Moonlight shines through window;
as I recall her words upon journey’s
Photo credits: Pixabay
Posted for Midweek Motif @ Poets United
For my prompt “Come chase oh fleeting thoughts of the moment” on
Friday 24th February at 8:00 am EDT.