A Moment

poem

I whispered into his open mouth, but the words turned before they arrived at his tongue and there I remained as if I spoke nothing at all. 

So my naked shoulders tilted back as my arms turned my hands in proposals, seeking to communicate with his stubbly neck, and then the tweed jacket which fit him perfectly, but did not fit so exquisitely anywhere else. 

Gently my eyes flew upwards, noticing his deep brown were dancing with my breath and then my hair for the violin occupied his ears.

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