Swoon
Monday 15 July 2024
poetry
Swoon
In the hush of twilight’s amber sigh,
A breath of lavender drifts close,
Heartbeats flutter like moth‑wings shy,
And time itself seems to lose its woes.
A glance, a whisper, a fleeting touch—
The world tilts, a gentle reel,
Senses melt in a velvet clutch,
Reason dissolving into weal.
So let the senses swoon and sway,
Lost in the soft, unguarded bliss,
Where every pulse is a ballet,
And love’s sweet echo seeks its kiss.
