i read the night braille
a chill breeze raises on skin
all fingertip & firefly slow
with a burning below
while your fingernail
stole away my breath
whisper in crushed velvet
while crickets fiddle
under full moons
night braille
3 responses to “night braille”
Your words capture such a delicate, almost haunting moment. I love the imagery. Gosh, this is gorgeous!
Thanks Jennifer. 💕
You’re welcome 💕
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