just a few fix-er up-ers on this one:
Calming breaths soothed our silence.
Starlight illumenated the edges of your smile
and your calloused fingers caressed
the velvet curves of spotted night skies.
Your palms were raised into the black,
stretching out to catch the moon
for me.
And simple sighs were all I could return.
Morning light peered from Earth’s upturned grin;
her horizon gave birth to fresh colors.
The shine in your eyes painted the morning,
you could stop time to show me the dewdrops,
to count the gentle morning laughsthat brought in each new day
for me.
And simple sighs were all I could return.
Moon-touched fingers found a home wrapped in mine,
and gazes that coat the sunrise searched me.
How could hands and eyes that caress the heavens,
that paint every morning with such skilled ease
find the space in their spirits,
for me?
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