Words sieved
land on my hands.
Gentle thuds
awaken smiles
on soft pillows.
Was it us
that made love
so well?
The colour of eyes
gift softer tones
Settle on your
face, traced
in my dreams
so many times.
Kisses brush,
fingers wander
to tender skin.
Our laughter washes
the ordinary away.
Until all that I see
is you.