SoulReserve

smokescreen

You blow bubbles
my way,
smokescreen skies
of water and glass,
one finger
on your lips,
you smile,
mysterious behind blurry
balustrades,
you lure me,
attempting seduction
but I can hear your heart race,
And when I have crossed
this dubious
bridge,
holding on
to the clarity of your eyes
that meet mine
on a twinkle,
will you know,
I love you
nevertheless?

© SoulReserve 2016

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