Pale Green Curtains

Pale green curtains wave within a gentle breeze
that is green with envy, because you touch
the nape of my neck softer than it does.
I sigh a zephyr, twilight fading into an embrace.
We travel this road before us, sails full and billowy.
No expectations along our path,
yet we know the roadside--the heather and reed-lined ditches.
You whisper my name,
a breath so quiet that in the breezy air it leaves a letter trail
of words not spoken, words that need no voice in the dew of night.
Desire is a deep shade of ruby,
embracing rose petals with poems etched by romantics on their surface.
We are not afraid of ruby desire, nor its blush that leaves us flushed.
Pale green curtains wave at us softly from the window,
as the only breeze flowing is the breath of air between our skin.

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I've learned that desire can be a soft breeze from a warm touch.