Meet Me, My Lover

by Charlotte Noble

Lover, meet me
in the glen,
by the smell of morning
moss, and when
the weeping willows
weave and cry
and mirror sorrow
against the sky.
Salty tang
within the air
flirts across
your skin so fair;
and while we tender
trembling sigh,
upon the dancing
grasses lie.
From your tender
parted lips,
I gather precious
honeyed sips.
While your chest
does rise and fall,
within your eyes,
I witness all.
How the sun does
steady burn,
the hours slide
away in turn.
Immersed within
our sweetest depths,
we traded secrets
until we wept.

About The Author
I have recently had two poems published by the International Library of Poetry which releases anthologies several times a year and hope to become a full time writer/poet.