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.

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