The Pearls of Catharsis Times Issue 03, Feb 2017 | Page 54
Valentine …
Beneath the juniper and argan tree taller , thicker grasses ringing with cicadas song Away from neon noise nights curtain laced young tamarisk in tight pink buds all silhouette and statue still
Wine blessed hours meet in jasmine air an urgency alive , their skin contained by nothing more than loosely fitting summer clothes
Two souls of single purpose pause , before they lean towards All shared and cared new confidence to guide a hand
A kiss , yet hesitant yet deep that brings a quaking tightness of their limbs In gasps of breath as thin air “ I thought love lost ” he said “ No ” said she “ just waiting to be found .”