(from 13 days Without You, a series in progress)
I midnight upon your morning
and rise upon your set;
I wake against your sleep
and dream throughout your daytime.
We are upside each other,
shadowing movements, silence,
motion or stillness.
Our bodies are silhouettes
puppeting one another,
soleil, lune,
noir, blanc,
sweet and bitter
as rosebuds and
rosehips.
Bring those lips,
those hips
to mine.
Across the world
I reach for you.
a lovely glimpse of yearning… thank you
katje
Thank YOU. 😉