the air was warm

rebmasters

The sun wasn’t shining,
but the air was warm, warm
& softly caressing,
like your fingers on my pale cheek
whenever you think I’m asleep.

The stars were like feathers;
soft to the touch
& oh so white;
within our grasp
above flat green treetops.

Velvet sky & your skin
so irradiating.
Leaves whispering,
entwined within my hair;
your fingers also there.

Eternal earth below;
everything a sweet, sublime show,
from the sparks in your eyes
to my thoughts you will never know

  • Author: rebmasters (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 16th, 2021 01:39
  • Category: Unclassified
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Comments5

  • Goldfinch60

    Beautiful loving words rebmasters.

    Andy

    • rebmasters

      Thank you very much ❤❤❤

    • L. B. Mek

      steamy sensuality, expressed tastefully
      nicely done, dear poet
      really liked these lines
      'The stars were like feathers;
      soft to the touch
      & oh so white;
      within our grasp'

      • rebmasters

        Thank you my dear 🖤

      • dusk arising

        There's a lot of love and contentment within those lines today.

        • rebmasters

          Ah if only I was contented! But there is no end to desire - that's the pleasure/pain of being human and in love I suppose 🙂🖤

        • Coyote

          A beautiful write Reb.

          • rebmasters

            Thank you my dear ❤

          • Violet bluebell( used to be yellow rose)

            Very lovely )

            • rebmasters

              Thank you! I do seem to have gone a bit romantic with it, but that seems to have gone down well! xx



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