Voices tell me that I should wonder on
the fascination of your smile,
I could coat my thoughts of you in
a blanket of your exhaled moments.
My anticipation of our meeting incomplete
till we speak no volume on our smiles.
We weave our reflections on to the other,
till distant faces adjoining to this moment.
Our symmetry whispers upon the others
perception, as eyes close and what was
but refection's of the others motion
is given form as lips................
Mar 3, 2017
Mar 3, 2017 at 6:19 PM UTC
Voices tell me that I should wonder on
the fascination of your smile,
I could coat my thoughts of you in
a blanket of your exhaled moments.
My anticipation of our meeting incomplete
till we speak no volume on our smiles.
We weave our reflections on to the other,
till distant faces adjoining to this moment.
Our symmetry whispers upon the others
perception, as eyes close and what was
but refection's of the others motion
is given form as lips................
