The garden is a serene place this morning.
a cool breeze casting whispers through the trees
the slight rustle seeming to murmur your name.
I imagine that you’re here with me
upon the settee with the blue and white pillows.
Our arms and legs are entwined
our bodies pressed together
as we lay quietly within each other’s arms
listening to the birdsong that fills the garden.
I feel your soft breath upon me.
Your fingertips move through my hair
rubbing the silky strands between your fingers
bringing them close to inhale my scent.
Your fingers caress my cheek
and wend their way down my neck
to the curve of my shoulder
where you press a soft kiss to the warm, bare skin.
I turn slightly toward you and smile
looking deep into your eyes
my hand coming up to cup your cheek
feeling a blissful contentment
never wanting this moment to end.
Photograph taken from White Noten