Tumbleweed

Tumbleweed

The taste of lonely

tastes better when you're around

and in the dust of yesterday

our shillouetts they feast    

 

The sound of solitude

sounds better in your company

and in the breeze of tomorrows eve

we embrace the rush

 

In the distance that separates 

I can taste

your lips

our kiss

and i miss

us.

 

In the mirage of lovers wake

I can taste

us.

 

 

The touch of midnight

soothes me in your arms

but when you're far

i lay awake wishing on evenings stars

 

The aroma of space

is bitter sweet in our bodies retreat

and our fondness turns to longing

until we return to cradle our belonging

 

In the distance that separates 

I can taste

your lips

our kiss

and i miss

us.

 

In the mirage of lovers wake

I can taste

us.

 

 

The behold of souls mate

is blind

until we're beside

our other

dear lover

 

In the distance that separates 

I can taste

your lips

our kiss

and i miss

us.

 

In the mirage of lovers wake

I can taste

us.

 

I miss us

I miss us

I miss us

~Jasmine Virginia