Your Ambiance

Poem By Erica Francis

I watch the curve
of my hand
with its small fingers
trickling down your side

from your hair
around the bend of your ear
stroking your cheeks
with the back of my fingers
folded in gently

behind your jaw
in my favourite spot
then down your neck
and my fingertips
trace over your shoulder
and along your arm

to the elbow
then on your forearm
and ultimately
to your hand
and I entangle our fingers

to follow your silhouette
to the sweet sounds
of your breathing

all I can hear
is your ambiance

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