The brushing of wind
The touching of skin
Up against the small golden light
Underneath an ebony sky
On a clear, crisp night
Pristine and precise
Beckons a delicate wish
That from the stars would arise
A November’s Kiss
One that sweeps up and gathers a warm face
in the center of chilled palms
The sensation that comes from rippling waves
How it feels to be bathed in soft moon rays
A kiss that takes it’s bittersweet time
getting close, unfolding
Nearing ever so gently with the heat of your breath
That unexpectedly lands on the lips of a stranger
for the sake of instant magnetism
By the miracles of the gods, and goddesses that grace you
A kiss that brings everyone back to the peace of their heart
A kiss that says, you’re interesting.
A kiss that shivers, I’d like to know you at your core.
A kiss that whispers, I see all of you — never again will you have to hide.
A kiss that screams, I want you.
A kiss that begs, Hold on.
A kiss that promises, I’ll never leave you — my soul and your soul have no means to an end.
A kiss that sways, you’re stronger than you think to be.
A kiss that caves, and feels different all the time.
A kiss that sways, in ways you never knew you’d find.
The brushing of wind
The touching of skin
Up against the small golden light
Underneath an ebony sky
On a clear, crisp night
Pristine and precise
Beckons a delicate wish
That from the stars would arise...
A November’s Kiss
— Vanessa Faria