August 27/29, 2017 (#317)

25 Jan

The light
When it breaks through a misty morning
Sky above ocean
Is silver

The half-breath, half-sigh
When your love rolls over
And continues sleeping next to you
Is the sound of silver

A favorite meal
Cooked every time fresh
And eaten together
Is the taste of silver in the mouth

Every scent gathered in a hug
Nose to neck
So familiar
That it doesn’t need to be noticed
Is silver

Your kiss
Is silver

I know you prefer silver in jewelry
But for the next 25 years
My goal is to touch all of our senses
With gold
And to make you love
Gold jewelry

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Posted by on January 25, 2018 in new poetry


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