Out of the very edging of my eyelashes;
the little wisps of my mind

flits this pinky-promised wish.
This
childish thing                                          
                                      mingling with these balmy summery notes.

I cannot wait for those white, uncreased sheets to be infused
   with your                      
          little smirks & laughter.

For these two tea cups to ****** its wonderfully ***** of a sound to lull those lazy days to awakeness.

Your shoes right behind my foot-steps,
c r i n k ling,
creasing
snaps of autumn itself.

A peck on the nose between the gaps of our once-shy feet.