Her Summer Breeze



He felt her

summer breeze

wrapping him

like a daisy chain

of innocence

simple beauty

eliciting smiles

his face

had long forgotten






Do You Wish It Was Me

Do you wish

Do you wish it was me

breathing softly

on your neck

content in the feeling of two


Do you wish it was me

lying on your chest

heartbeat to heartbeat

bared for each other


Do you wish it was me

eyes dancing with yours

tangled in a tango

only we can perform


Do you wish it was me

kissing your lips

telling stories of love

with strokes soft and strong


Do you wish it was me

holding your dreams

those only whispered

for my heart to hear


Do you wish it was me

forever and ever

because my wish

would then come true





Writing Love

writing love

If I wrote down

our love

would the words matter?

Do curves and straight lines

tell our story?

Do ink strokes

convey emotions and feelings?

Is there a definition

for what we see

in each other’s eyes?

Has anyone

ever learned

to write love?




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