Observation – My Lover III

I scratch imprecisely your beauty on the page with my weakly crafted words and eyes full of love.

I shape your breath as it falls on my arm like a well-lit fire licking and blowing it’s admirers.

I kiss the memory of the glance of your tender skin so tanned with gentle caresses from an ancient sun.

I paint blushes on my cheeks with secret wishes from my pen.

I drown in hope with each waking ray that we will never end.