Surrender by Wattsnan_poetry

Your fingers, like a light breeze,
slip through my hair, combing it from my face.

Weightless resignation catches this cool,
gentle wind; eyes fluttering in the moment.

And I succumb to the sweet abstraction
in your breath, swallowing every word.


(C) Wattsnan_poetry

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