A woman’s breath
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.