Modern Romanticism

A woman’s breath

As yours,

Gives me reason, to walk with you

Through the current, unfurled

From feathered lips.

Sweetness as rosiness,

Like the face that melts from my touch

Upon your pallid cheeks.

I am in love

With a stream, occurring from feathered lips.

The storm is gone,

And the harshness of our lives has passed

With the harshness of stone.

And we can love.

And I can love

With all the softness upon feathered lips.