petals and a kiss

he dreams of her fingertips gracing his skin
awakening senses long buried
(or forgotten)
each word leaving her lips, wrapped
in a voice so soft it’s drowned
in the rustle of trees
answering to the night’s breeze
cashmere petals blown in the wind
landing on his cheek, as she leans in
for a long overdue


written for maypoeticwings 12/31, “cashmere petals”

maypoeticwings is a Twitter poetry challenge hosted by @PoetessBecca and @BelezaAngel

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