The Echo of What Remains Collected Poems of Wanda Lea Brayton
Your eyes hold unending skies beneath their wind-swept lashes.
As sunlight dapples its way across your smile,
I lean in and taste the warmth of your mouth;
a deep-loamed fragrance permeates your skin.
Within your hands, flowers rise from their tender roots,
lifting each petal toward your nurturing laughter.
We sink into the slow soil of each other,
our leaves curling resplendent upon the bough.
Oh, how we bloom.