The shy tremble of the elm’s branches
in the late summer air resembles
your lips as I bend into your kiss.
Within the blanket of the tree’s shade,
light dapples cool patterns across the ground
like soft fingerprints traced along your skin.
Above the hammock the birds dance the air
between the slow shimmer of the leaves
as my thoughts flow toward you once again.
(March 8, 2014)
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