your cartography

the sun slips past the shade

to paint planes of light and shadow

across sleeping face.

.

fingertips, a protractor

measuring angles of jawline

of cheekbone

of curve under bottom lip

.

while navigating blindly

the labyrinth of heart

a july evening

you first kissed me
in front of the porch light
our entwined shadows stretching
far into the gloaming
where the fireflies twinkled

 

Thanks Bard for the shadows…

metaphors and similies

To me, you are

warm rain
sweeping through
the barren desert

a fine mist seeping
into freshly turned
rich dark earth

fine chocolate
melting on my tongue
decadent and indulgent

the fire well stoked
hot in the early hours
of a bitterly cold morn

kisses brushed
softly across
the nape of my neck

tiny dust motes
basking golden in the sun
when before
they had passed unnoticed

like these moments,
I love you