If I could stop the end of the bottle
That was spinning in the dream right now,
It would point at you, my angel,
I would claim the lips I’m allowed.
But I wake up every morning,
I never want to bring you down from the clouds.
Do you want to spin the bottle
Only among the angels’ crowd?
Daily prompt: bottle
I can spend forever to trace
These soft delicate rosy curves.
My eyes are lost in this lovely shape,
Yours is craft created by nature.
My fingers can’t keep in proper place
To trail in front grace, tender.
My lips close the space
And your kiss back stills the earth.
Daily Post prompt : Trace
Last Sunday at Kyoto botanical garden, Kyoto