Love Letter #15

Between two oak trees, our syllables met
in the pause of love’s sentence;
kisses wrapped between stanzas,
periwinkles tossed between our feet
and fallen petals upon pages
of Plath and Neruda; faint flutter
stirring glances as sighs part from lips
making music sweeter than poetry.

~

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