Your voice floats on the air
like the heat
of a Georgia summer
You are Spanish moss
Wisteria
You are night sweat
Your memory clings to me and I
become lost
in all that is you
I want to lay my cheek
on the pillow of your lips
I want to feel your breath
on my neck like a warm zephyr
I want to swim in the mysteries
of your eyes
and never rise for air.
submitted for Poetry Pantry 126 at Poets United and
