I still feel your words across my skin,
in the nights of summer breeze and moonlight,
those tiny letters inked into the places un-found
by anyone’s kisses but yours.
I still feel you writing yourself into me,
finding hiding places for all your secrets.
It’s Monday and that means dropping by to the dVerse Poets Pub to see what’s on offer behind the bar. Tonight’s poetry prompt is to write a quadrille using the prompt breeze. Can you write a poem in just 44 words?