Dew Kiss
sweet kiss on my lips
the morning sun
tickles my neck
caresses my cheek
birds happily sing
though I miss you
i long for the days
when we had each other
i long for a past
that was so tender
your love was my strength
now I carry on
with what is left of me
the loss of you
meshed with my every fiber
an ache that cries out in silence
for its mate crossed over
a distance insurmountable
yet at times within my grasp
AP: Honorable Mention 2021, Honorable Mention 2021
Submitted on July 7, 2021 for A BRIAN STRAND JUL 22 sponsored by BRIAN STRAND
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