sunrise and a breeze,

the bliss of their kiss,

upon skin covered loosely in silk and satin.

sunrise and a breeze,

the bliss of the dewy grass under golden flats,

the air smelling of crushed roses and soil.

sunrise and a breeze,

the bliss of the book that sits between knees,

waiting to be read once you have finished observing your world.

sunrise and a breeze,

meant for you, the hummingbirds, the bumblebees,

the bliss of their kiss for all the creatures of this plane and the next.

photo credits: https://mossonyi.com/2019/07/answering-all-your-questions/

~Sammicakes