Thousand Days

Just a fingertip

Soft upon a jaw

A song wafting

Like birdsong

Caressing

Soft breeze

The scent of you

Close, promising

Hungry lips

Was that yesterday

Or a thousand days ago?

 

Sascha Darlington

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