Starlit Lover.

They say lovers
don’t finally meet,
they’re in each other
all along.

Maybe
the parts of me that are you
were asleep.
Maybe the embers
come alive
when hands first brush,
and when lips
tenderly
steal that first kiss.

I wonder if angels
light a trail of laterns,
and gently coax the winds
to bring us together.
Maybe only the free spirits
meet their destiny.

They say I’m a dreamer
and that love
doesn’t really exist.
But let’s be silent 
and let them sleep.

Hold my hand by the fire
while I journey
down your skin…
Starlit lover of mine.

Breathe over my soul tonight.

  

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