SEAT OF MY SOUL

as night falls

my soul

abate

in silence

with the

sound

of your

voice

reflecting

in the wind

humming

to music

and in the

distance

playing

a sweet

ballad

as I sip

of your

ardor

in our

covert

space

where passion

are met

and

questions

are not

***

I close

my eyes

and wait

*

“anti meridiem”

©AvdL 2015

Picture courtesy of @Naghi63

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