je t’aime.

Your lips come to rest
gently atop mine
and I feel the words
I Love You
simmering beneath their surface.
You speak them
and touching as they are,
my lips like marionettes
are moved in time
with each syllable.
Your declaration
becomes my proclamation
without me ever
having uttered
a sound.

Chasers of the light – poems from the typewriter series.
~Tyler Knott Gregson

clicking pretty It was a lot of fun. Thx. 🙂June 13, 2016 – 12:49 pm

Stephen What a great photo shoot – great pics!

Ps not sure why I don’t get the alerts when a new post is up!June 13, 2016 – 7:58 am

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