Softly
With a fragrance that can fill even my mouth,
So many underfoot –
The fallen fruit by the river bank.
As sweet as the smell of your skin.
Softly, my search has taken me here –
Waiting to touch the inside of your hand,
To kiss the sweat from your brow;
As my question begs an answer.
by Suzanne Bronson on Saturday, May 17, 2008