Amorous
It is the sound of descending snowflakes
Stumbling end over end, lightly so
It is the rhythm of the air
Breathing softly through sienna coloured hair
If you listen carefully without a breath
You may hear it within the echoes across the waters
Of the haunting melodies of the loons
As they sing of their fragile dreams
If you cup your hands together, you might feel it
In the lightness of air between your fingertips
And soft as the brushing of new-born feathers across your skin
Unbreakable, and yet as supple as teardrops mingled with a kiss
It can be seen in fleeting glimpses
Within the calm reflections over mirrored waters
In the lone brief moment of dawn
When the first rays of light wink to kiss the surface
If you desire it can be tasted
In those foremost kisses of warm summer rains
In the tantalising caresses of mist whispering over you body
As you lie within the sultry breath of moonlight
It is the scent in the air
Of serenity drifting across the leaves of grass
It is the essence that lingers
So long after the first kiss
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