Suddenly, it finds me - the texture of you, as natural as autumn must feel to a tree.
And, to the touch, we merge amidst words that cling briefly to the moist stem of lips - then turn into lips and fall, glimmering; with the unutterable softness of a kiss.
Lips brushing lips already express what words, sometimes, struggle to convey. Still, your verse falls upon me like notes of harmony that serve to enhance an already perfect melody.
Unutterably gentle and loving. The tree needs autumn in the same way as we also need the restfulness of such love into which to draw in our horns. Makes me want to curl up foetal into the womb of such a kiss. Delightful! Kate xx
In love of your love,
Teu Joseph
beautiful poem, Alexandra ...
Richard
Fee
Georg
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Amber "V"