Of love

Lay against me

nestle yourself in the curve
of an arm
the night smells of
silent promises
I see them wave as warmth
in the dark

stealing a kiss, confused

on the pillow
is your hair
so beautiful entangled

I taste a name
sought on your lips
around your belly button
I write your skin full of phrases

just searching a while
somewhere on your tummy
or a bit further
after the first letter

of love.

© Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere
07/10/2014