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easy now
the first caress
of chamomile and flannel –
proof the sun was marked to fade
before the crops were in
cedar burned
and there we go
drifting down the valley
smoke against the timbers
loves we should have known
before the chill
before the rash
of centipedes foretelling
the strength to come
assaulting our regrets
hold me close
keep me warm –
tell me nothing matters
but the sound of two hearts meeting
in the dark
in the freeze
before tomorrow comes
wrap your love around me
breathe in me your summer
find in me
your sun
tornadoday 
Oh my gosh Bobbie…. First caress of Chamomile and flannel …. Really nothing matters but that wonderful combination of words x and the pic is perfection.
🙂 I’m so glad you like it, Vanessa. Originally, I had chamomile and cashmere ~ but then decided that was a little too ‘froo-froo’! LOL…… I think flannel takes your mind a whole other direction. ~ Love, Bobbie
No totally think flannel was the right choice, something very innocent and soothing about it.
Yes……….very unassuming.
very good…
Thank you, Dean……… Good to see you!
Reblogged this on Poetry Inspector aka Simple Pleasures.
Oh, Cynthia ~ thank you! Love, Me
when you find yourself embraced by someone’s sun
nothing matters for a new dawn has begun
Beautiful Bobbie…
Take Care…
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maryrose
Thank you, Maryrose………… 😉 A new dawn indeed. Love you, B
“in the freeze
before tomorrow comes
wrap your love around me
breathe in me your summer
find in me
your sun”
– Without the sun there is no summer. It’s a mutual need.
Beautiful.
Thank you so much! Indeed, it is a mutual need ~ the dependency of loving. Truly, thank you! ~ Much love, Bobbie
Beautiful to find such mutual need and sad that even though it is mutual, jealousy grows in that same sun.
Well……it has been known to……..but the truest love has no use for the word ‘mine’…….. 🙂 Thank you.
The truest love has no need of words at all. 🙂
Breathing into someone the warmth of summer as winter chills the night–very strong lines beautifully extending arms for loving.