sitting in firelight
your face
a shadow
the little
gold glint of
your ring
fingers of a hand
that whispers softly
at my nape’s hair
smoke blowing
in the winds
of wind
Charissa's Grace Notes
sitting in firelight
your face
a shadow
the little
gold glint of
your ring
fingers of a hand
that whispers softly
at my nape’s hair
smoke blowing
in the winds
of wind
Charissa's Grace Notes 
lovely and lilting
Thank you Paul! 🙂 🙂