Fingers to Lips

Shh…

Fingers to lips
set the world to a hush.
Brush back my tall grass,
wind-swept fingers to touch.
You slip through, a breeze
in my hair.
In whispers your eyes fill a soul,
still the air.



Fingers to lips set the
world to a hush.
Soft and quiet, your breeze
is a secret to touch.
Wind-swept fingers slip
through, brush my cheek, smooth my hair.
In whispers you eyes strip a soul
‘til it’s bare.



Fingers to lips set the world to a hush.
Brush back my tall grass
with your soft wind-swept touch.
You’re slipping through,
like a breeze,
in my hair.
In whispers your eyes shape a soul
from the air.