As soon as I drift off
to unconsciousness,
frequently, I would find
your lips…
all over my face.
You give me all the shades
of red and green and blues
I never thought…
I needed.
Wild thoughts
of a burnin’ heart,
you leave me
in a daze
of a thousand…
euphoric bliss.
Afternoon whiff of thought.
May you find yourself between the lines.
©Angel Fizz 2021
