Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Tuesday, November 06, 2018

For You

I'd begged the wind
to take from my lips
soaring to the heavens
with my sweet kiss.

Deliver my love
to him and him alone,
don't ever stop
and don't ever let go.

Raindrops to waken his soul
may touch him
with whispers of passion
that never grows old.

Season to season,
hour to a day
this love we share
is like a breath in May.

I begged the wind
to take from my lips
soaring to the heavens
with my sweet kiss



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