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