Asphalt, Concrete, Flesh and Blood

mist rises from the river
water ripples moonlight
false stars shimmer  
my shadow  
a spectre  
ghosting the surface  
I stand skimming stones  
watch them skitter  
then sink  
the busker's violin  
cries out  
strings strung bow drawn  
the melody as sensual as her lips  
her eyes closed  
a few stray strands of hair  
drape just so  
on her forehead  
she calls to my blood  
like salted sweets  
-taste that makes you feel the thrill  
on the tip of your tongue  
her bow stops….  
we stare into  
each other’s silence
Written by Nevermindthegaps
Published | Edited 22nd Jun 2022
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