a memory from the rose garden…
hands in his hair
we stood in the curve
of an evergreen hedge
two small dots in the mist,
at the back of the rose garden
I hid from the rain
that pattered through leaves
in the lapels of his jacket
warmth, cocoa skin, and the smell of his neck
against my chilled cheeks.
palm to palm is holy palmers kiss
they say
what of
skin to skin
nose to nose
eye to eye
kissing like this
{ inside a cloud }
I can’t forget that feeling.
🌹
