A colour none as sweet as when
pale green eyes reflect in hazel brown.
Upon vanilla breeze a jasmine petal had came to rest,
beside the window of a Smith’s desire.
relentless in her joys, he found to be.
From days of greys and paler blues.
Her giggles, her laughter her smile her tears.
Her smell, her ways.
Merely mortal he was and then.
Devouring a darkness that threatened to envelop him,
but then away with her he threw it all.
Up and up and upper still a kiss, a touch, a moment’s will.
This gravity which pulls it.
A mind, his mind, her mind their souls.
With longing his days they have been filled.
To see her feel her warmth alone.
And stare and talk some moments shared.
Not even time a welcome reprieve here will find as around them…
none but they exist.
Her arms around him and it falls.
The anger, hurt, defeat and pain.
Her lips so soft a gentleness.
As kindness from the space between
the corners of her smile does ease.
His untamed restless over thoughtful mind.
Just a kiss.
Just one more time.
And then perhaps away.
But then when past her he must walk
the steps become too arduous
for with her he longs to talk and sit and speak and touch and kiss and hold and
be just be just be just be some more.
Her voice a song so sweet does sing
when upon her breath it’s him she speaks.
A single fleeting whisper
he against her neck released.
And with a sigh, a smile a kiss an angel just replied.
A moment longer just a moment longer just another little moment longer.
Just smile again
my name to me.