“Tell me again,” she whispered. “Just once more.”
So, I did…
“You are my dawn, wrapped in the beauty of a sunrise. Firing the glisten of the dew, enrobing every scarlet petal of every rose in the garden.”
“You are the heat of my day, urging my pulse to race. Unleashing my sweat, salty rivers swollen by a rush of my heart…cooled by nothing… unstoppable burn for you.”
“You are the palette of my sunset. Embers of color, changing every moment, fixing my gaze on you, taking in the sumptuous feast of day closing.”
There, I’ve said it.
“So beautiful…please, please tell me again,” she whispered. “Just once more.”
© 2017 W. C. Stacia, Jr.