Falling
In slow motion
Into a field of
wildflowers
Unveiled
But for the sillage
of pollen
Scattered upon the
breeze
Gazes locked
Across nodding stems
The wetness of dew
Teasing seeking lips
A bed of desires
A blanket of fading
stars
Shared breaths
Tangled heartbeats…
Could ambrosia taste
better than this?
MS
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