You fill up my cup–
waterfall cheekbones,
sunrise eyes,
lips an aqueduct.
You fulfill my wishes–
mirrorball reflections,
translucency,
a school of faithful fishes.
The watermark of promise
on your face;
I cling to the driftwood of your brows,
so I don’t sink below the rueful waves.
The underwater cove of your lips,
shelter from the abyss.
You fill up my senses with each
buoyant kiss.
© 2022 | K.Hartless
Artwork: Léa Roche
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How very beautifully descriptive. Each stanza full of the wonders of love. My favorite lines, which were not easy to pick were:
“The watermark of promise
on your face;
I cling to the driftwood of your brows,”
So unique and creative. Hope your holidays are restful sending hugs and love. 🦋🤗🌹
Joni, Thabj you for this uplifting comment. I cling to these as well in times of self-doubt. I’m so glad you ended this one as it was straight from the heart. 💜😊
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Thank you. 😊
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