I feel you reach out
caressing my skin—or is it the wind?
Lovebirds perched on swaying twig
as we kiss.
From this angle I can see
your eyes smiling,
or maybe it’s just sliver of sunlight sparkling—
this is us daydreaming of Spring
you pulling me in.
I melt into you as the leaves turn
For January Writing Prompts, ‘shimmers of chartreuse’.
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