Seamstress

Slip into my night once more,
let me hold you in my dreams,
let me lose myself
in the depth of your love
not in the pain
of when you leave.

© D. Archer. February 2015

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all words made real

Soon
only September’s breeze between us
distance no longer our concern,
we two feel the weight
of the wait of the overture
that for too long
has only been words.

Impervious to the surrounding sound
we stand
eyes open to the bliss
one last stolen breath
before a thousand sonnets
are whispered on secret skin.

Then kiss where once only
fingerprints soft traced
and long forgotten the time apart
surpassed by the ecstasy
of loves first taste.

© D. Archer March 2012