by ianblackpoet

White cotton caress,
Flowing brown hair;
Delicate clouds
Of shimmering starlings.
Attentive eyes,
A smile, helpless;
A rabbit in the grass,
Startled and still.
Bated breath,
A pulse disturbed;
Gentle breeze –
And clear skies.
Bitten lips, anticipation;
Still so pure;
Youth, hope and passion;
On the bridge, a pebble.