there is a lingering
ghost to whispered touch.
seconds later,
the shadow keeps its place
reminding the
skin
of past embraces.
remembering the presence
of something out of air
that brims,
kisses,
and continues
on.
like glances
between two strangers
meant to partner
in the god-given moment.
mistified the hollow wears a cloak of soft fabric a velvet veil of stardust settled hovering amidst earthly form hush a whisper carries brilliantly through the fog time is here we are now we have begu
shaded greens whisper gradually tongues of silhouetted daylight crouch like gossiping maids and cronies beneath the gentle foliage i bend to test the smell of earth dewy, musty, fertile crops of moss