II
“Softly, softly now”, she whispered.
Fragile voice, trembling hands-
brushing against my cheek.
Tender love on fingertips.
Illuminated skin
chasing off the shadows
in pale blue light.
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
II
“Softly, softly now”, she whispered.
Fragile voice, trembling hands-
brushing against my cheek.
Tender love on fingertips.
Illuminated skin
chasing off the shadows
in pale blue light.