Intentions

House of Heart

I  wonder about your kiss.

Is it the taste of sweet oranges?

Now Spring  hovers at my lips and my

hair is filled with flowers.

For you  a crown of ferns and twigs

plucked between stones of a river.

Wrapped in the arms of a gentle breeze

I fear we will never kiss

still my memory loves you.

A Little Night Music…

*Sophie Zelman: Memory Loves You

View original post

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s