Secret Bliss

gold stars and chilled breezes
circle our embrace

we’re cozy,
discreet
deep in
enchanted darkness and
mammoth trees

our hands refuse unlocking
pouting lips spill special requests
mumbles
whispers

“One more kiss…”

we dive in
savoring
unlocking…

departing

Back to our private lives
in separate beds
where a different head
rests

I lie here,
as you do there,
dreaming of our next
meeting, deep inside
gold
starry bliss…

written by kirsten curcio
written by kirsten curcio

Kirsten is a mother and wife. She has driven through the Smoky Mountains twice, survived a hurricane, loves nature, travelling, photography and art.

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