Dove Gray

Dove gray,
Silk and willow kiss,
Wrapped linen around her hips,
Dawn, to light the cinnamon specks in her eyes,
Foggy morning, to shade our minds,
To sleep in fated breath,
Restless in lover’s layers and mist,
Seamed upon silver lined sheets,
Scent of rosemary and wine,
Slipping through the whitewashed window,
Our senses overcome,
A faint melody,
A backdrop to our bliss,
Revelling in our feverish hearts,
A quiver on our lips.

Copyright J Calvert 2015

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