We never walked as close
like this before;
soundlessly we tiptoe closer,
but we never touch,
still I feel the zephyr of your nearness
as a breeze of attar and the subtle drum
that is your heart.
…I close my eyes…
The day is overcast,
have brought along this subtle sun of us,
this buzz beneath the boughs
still bare, this spring,
this day of being close.
But when I turn to kiss your lips
and in your place are buttercups.
Today Mish hosts OLN at dVerse, the prompt where you can share any one poem you want. Join us and read great poetry.
April 29, 2021