breakfast love

.

like a river i hold close in my arms, my body

your run through me — a quiver

of arrows and slings stroke my limbs, my mind

like stars plucked for your eyes to startle me

a name stammered and chimed — a sound

surrounds — a kind of grace escapes

.

i’ve lain down in moonlit thoughts of you

awoke to the sun of your skin and fingers

taunting the morning with stolen scents —

of your breath as breakfast, love

of murmurs of bees stirring my hair

a dapple of flowers gathering

over a slither of summer heather

over darkened hills, a moan, a chill

a gasp of lemon-dazzle glints blackening

the shiny stones of you blinding

me to other

worlds

other landscapes

other loves

drowned out

.

this is my sorrow, my secret, my dove

the rain in my mouth announces it

no other

hears it

as happiness

swallows

.

not a haiku

.

NapoWriMo day 10 :- write a love poem

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