3 Months <3

With The Touch of a Kiss

The flowers melt
to chill the air.
Patiently waiting,
anticipating
for the love to dry up
into a million burning colors
against the seamless sky.
And the silent blazing world
glows and glows.

With the wind’s whispers
the ashes begin to sail
upon the rolling waves
down to rest on the autumn
paved ground.

Atop a stare,
the cold intertwining vines
puncture the crisp sky
releasing the first thousand stars;
in her hair and on his lips.
The world freezes into black and white,
silent and still,
blanketed in love
with the touch of a kiss.