Fridge Poetry 48 - Fading from reality

Every caress felt like fire,

each kiss a fever dream.

Her soft lips tasted of fruit

and

warm sugar,

like heady drink,

sacred sleep.

Sweet night comedown,

dew drop river find me,

receive me,

compare time to will,

say,

“we are winged, so

fly,

belong as spirit.

Touch every moment.”

Open eye mind,

wild smile grow rich;

a rose is lover to time

lifted up under blueing sky.

Tender song by an angel

quietly

protecting

us.