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