Friday, 18 December 2015

December dream

My lips carve poems in December air
As I watch sunlight reflecting of your face
My pen trying to paint words on blank paper
and I read all over again each phrase

those fallen leaves dancing on the breeze
tickling away, reminds me of your laughs
and I couldn’t stop smiling
anytime I scroll through your photographs

tracing the delicate line of your earlobe and hairs
with a scant of lilacs with drooping fragment flowers
I rest my palm near your waist feeling the softness
And even if it’s a dream we cuddle & sleep like the lovers