The moon drinks memories
from your hands caressing my skin
as I curl into the jasmine scent
of so many yesterdays lost
to a calendar.
In the paper thin immediate
I stop reading the mirror and
trust I am the woman I see in your eyes.
Tomorrow surrenders its weapons.
©Susie Clevenger 2019
Comments
"I curl into the jasmine scent" is my favourite phrase here.
love this from start to finish Susie - Brava!
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