Monday, 23 April 2018

an imagined silhouette

 as i lay and hand the perfect point did find,
a gentle brushing kiss of fingertip 
the path to further travel be defined.
across the room i imagined a silhouette,
a shadow cast by lamplight
a lover pictured, the brushing of my fingertip did beget.
and closing my eyes, my breath did know to catch
a fantasy most fantastic, the moment did snatch...
in slumberland to fall
content to heed sleeps call
for there, perchance, it be not my fingertip that kiss
every part of me , making dreamland a visit full of bliss.



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