And I am deliberately yours;
in breath of eventide, rich dark skies
until every sigh,
every waking moment bears taste of
your nameβ€”romance blooms,
urging us descend into shivers unknown;
I’m breathless, fragrance
reverberating
in corners
of
my heart,
my heart, my heart.

 

 

 

 

Photo credits: “Midnight in Paris,” by Richard Blunt, Pinterest

Posted for Quadrille #134: We {heart} poems @dVerse Poets Pub