Yet To Be Released.

Silence (Brush)

A southern lull, a lazy evening
A promise floats into my ear
Arching back, your arm extends
I’ve lost my place again

Allusion led, it led me elsewhere
My memory flickers, a shadow
Breathing soft, your arm extends
My lips brush your head

And we sit in silence

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