Friday, 31 March 2017

THE PERFECT COMPLEMENT



With sunshine in her eyes
Set softly
Within the halo of her hair
The smell of wildflowers
On her skin
Like dew drops in the morning air
She is
The freshest breath of spring
A song
That he could forever sing
But would he hear
The keening undertones
See the midnight
Sweeping through her bones
Feel beneath her sighs
Her aching moans
Make friends
With her churning anticyclones?

Could he be the light
Her darkness needs
The gentle shower
That nurtures her seeds
Will she find in his arms
The tender embrace
To chase the shadows
Lurking on her face!

MS




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