Day: October 8, 2020

Every morning I dress You
in fruits, scents and emotions,
made of unseen colours.
Shades and nuances invented for us.

Every morning
with the touch of my whispers I brush you.
The arc of your eyebrows are rainbows,
thy hair molten gold through my fingers

Forgetting the world i’m by You .
No matter the past or the future.
Bread freshly baked
love being its yeast