My Love
when sunlight
caresses my love’s face
I feel jealous not to be the sun
the night’s stars
look down and shine for him
his eyes reflect their soft glow on me
summer’s breeze
wafts gently through his hair
gold like wheat and beautiful it is
a cool stream
floats my love’s lithe body
my mind drifts to magic soon to come
Feb. 25, 2021
For Joseph May's Images In Parallel Poetry Contest
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