Free Verse # 458 (watching her sleep)

This warmth between us
the knitted verse of poetry


Life happens while you wait
for a lover to ease the knot of fate


What am I? — Just a shadow passing in the rain.


If someone asked me
what proof have I got
that I really lived,
I’d only have my poetry.


Wounded by this longing,
I write poetry.


Water washes the skin but rain cleanses the soul.


she walks in my dreams
spilling moonlight
from her dark hair,
her breath
a candle whispering
the softest intimacy.


Watching her sleep,
to the candle’s light
he weaves his breath
and covers her gently.


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