Brush of hair
aside my ear and neck
lips anxious
fluttering
along curves
I cannot control
You
knowing my swoon
weakness
undoing every strength
I never wished
to use against you
falling willingly
into Neverland
where love lives
on blue moons
and passion blows
in winds
of yellow tomorrows
*
©MidwestFantasy
January 2019
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