The mosaic ginger …

The mosaic ginger of the tree lined summer streets which hold in their leafy memories words you spoke walking home on rainless nights … fill my anticipated inhales with the now autumn scuffles and damp near Decembers … your tea cup companion not far behind, sweetening the rippled edges … the barest of branches now play a whistling tune to the snow’s vein … echoing poetic your soul’s limber catch … and I welcome a deeply moist evening’s vapor … under starry skies … only slightly ajar from a common alignment … smiling, in awe of your loving me still …

© 2016 cdd All Rights Reserved  11/23/2016
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