Thursday, February 7, 2019

Undeniably

You still could not figure out how I found the path again through this
Visual confusion  of green leaves, brown sticks, and open spaces.
 
You wondered, did you ever leave a glow on the broken branches, 
or your scent lingering, afloat in the air, like a trail?
 
Or was there a code in the chirping of birds or a signal from sunlight
Breaking through the canopy, you, lit up from head to toe?
 
You wondered still if ever I envisioned you a fairy, rising from a stream
Flowing quietly, slowly, and you emerging wet, mysterious and sensual?
 
Let my fingers touch your lips, enough of your wondering,
For the sensations you left in this body, this skin, and these lips
 
Are memories swirling in my pool of recall, for I wanted to catch
Again those  eyes where delight once undeniably dwelt.

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