The warmth of his hand against hers warmed her far deeper than the coffee she held, and it was totally unexpected.
The blessed bliss, the memory of their first kiss, was instantly resurrected.
How touch and hold and glimpses from his eyes could turn the tide with truth, a truth so deep, of love so sweet, and as sure as his eyes were blue.
She dared not move, nor even breath, though the need pressed against her lungs.
The smile he gave was what she’d craved assuring her new things had begun.
*Creativity is a funny thing. This began as a short and wove its way into poetry. These are my results for Monday’s Muse June 19th, 2017
~Dream. Imagine. Believe. Do. CONQUER!