Lost in a thought- I'd borrowed
from her lips and eyes
and the mist from the tea
fills all I can see, a surround
and bound all presents
I drift into a moment before a kiss...
melting away, all the bustle
words they say sift through
a prism, and you are the anchor
upon this softly rolling sea,
as mists, simply mystify....until
the room rises from fog
walls remove sky, solidify
faces say who and why
skin tones reply to my searching eyes
and I can only wish this momentary bliss
to stay...just this way
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