July 7, 2016
My heart quivers it’s response to you-
my soul shuddering as we
give in to transitory joy
Why is there always
this ethereal treading water?
dark clouds of emotions hovering over us…
Be happy, my beloved.
The scent of blueberry scones drifts in
from another room.
We will have cup of Earl Grey tea,
then dance on the cool, porcelain tile.
whispering secrets too sacred for words.
© Nancilynn Saylor 2016
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