The warmth that grows.
That spreads out from within.
It must be…
Not sure of whispered beginnings.
Cannot fathom imagined ends.
In and out.
Out and in.
Love, you are here!
Peeking out from behind books and plants guarding the apartment.
Smiling behind moist Summer foliage.
A fragrance of wet vegetation.
You are worn into the woodwork, beaten into the hot asphalt, inescapable.
The very air charged with a boundless energy!
Stick to me!
Kevin M. Hibshman