Love is but a syllable in a book
two other words are you and me
together we determine how bright
the last light leaves the day

you talk in terms of candles
I quote variations on a simple word
for luminous
we agree to flatten the curve with a kiss

the cello plays Billie Holiday
the clouds a chorus from Hallelujah
April snaps and out we flutter like birds
from mountain to mountain

a moment’s breath to reach the peak
our breath combines the words we speak

Image by Myriam Zilles from Pixabay
Image by Myriam Zilles from Pixabay

This post originally appeared on Festival of the Arts, edited by Kim Aubrey and Felicity Sidnell Reid.

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