...Most Of All

by Alyce

I love you 

and the hyacinth grows wild
in the field where I lay with you
the smell of purple
blends so well with the taste of
our mingled tears
in the afternoon

and I remember the joy,
so much more than the
times before

that place
wherever you are
even with your furrowed
brow and aching shoulders
from carrying all the weight

just the brush of your
body against
mine reassures me
& brings us so much

you know I love to
cradle your
beautiful face
in the palms of
my hands
I like being nose
to nose
so very close
I feel dizzy
like I'm falling
into your large
brown eyes

the mirrors to my soul...

most of all... I love you
and the hyacinth grows tame
beneath the heat of our flame
in the field where purple
blends so well with the
black taste of kisses
we shared in the afternoon...

...Most Of All by Alyce

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