Shards

and sometimes

shards of love like shards of sun

warm the eyelids

lying down in the meadow

looking for shapely clouds

creased blades of grass underneath

the crickets' distant mellow

hands laid casually aside

spring like a diaphanous sheet

lingering over

lingering over

murmuring in one continuous breath

like the breath of a lover

whispering over your neck

words of love

warms words of love

like tepid rain

on a leaking umbrella

drops oozing onto your visage

tasting like honey

ageless words

sliver of smiles

kisses like flakes

fingers toying with those shards

catspawed hair toying with

those shards

of love, of sun

and the eyelids

blink twice, and open