swinging across raindrops

the gentle caress
of your muted voice

reflects the perfection
of me,
wrapped deep
within the wonder of you.

so
i turn
to kiss
your sky,
with the soft-est
lips,…

trembling,
in surety
of what could come.

and I feel
for your touch.
and,
for me, touching
you.

so
let us dance
like we used to,
when the world was young,
and we were free.

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Originally published at http://thedeprevation.com on 07 January 2023.