I want to feel
your hand
in mine
your lips
pressed
softer than air
over my eyelids
your legs
wrapped
twisted around mine
your heart
beating
in-sync
with mine
in the darker days
mourning doves capture
depressive crys but
the reaper feed them
breadcrumbs
clogging their throats.
the orange groves is where the children played with bats,
tying a string around claws and
hearing the mammal-birds screams for the night.
soft
gentle
rubbing
of her
skin
on mine
lips quiet
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Barn Owl (Tyto alba) by mark cillo
let the eyes
of the trees
watch over the lonely
and the poor
let them rest
under skies of beauty
white dust settled
over the winter railing.
sparrow rests softly
i remember hearing her
whisper something
on the threshold
of the family house
a quiet feeling
in the words
“welcome to our life”
in her snow dress
kiss me softly
as the snow touches
between our cheeks
chocolate still lingers
over your tongue
sipping a beverage
with irish cream
the taste
of your lips
was love
that you gave to me
long ago
every day we kiss
i kiss love
i kiss snowflakes
year-round
(Source: whydoithinksomuch)