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Kalimera

Sunlit rituals

By Jessie WylderPublished 4 years ago • Updated 4 years ago • 2 min read

As fireflies flee the celestial dome

On your chest I lean and call you home

Hazy blue dresses the skies

Same as the wave of your eyes

*

First ray breaks on your forehead glistening

Curtains drop like sunlight woven glazing

Pillow is your arm to rest

Warm embrace and I nest

*

Your fingertip slides across my spine arching

I wear nothing but soul in leather binding

Under lacy sheets and duvet puffs

Counting the dimples and the bumps

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You map them out as in a treasure hunt

Turn my pages as I intertwine my hand

Road trip thrill and cosy nook

Dictionary quest and worn out book

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Your whispering exhale pours onto my skin

Rustling leaves, whistling harp and violin

Delicate as the flopping of butterfly wings

You collect my shivers, essence and whims

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Sip by sip the nectar on my wrists

Drop by drop the poison on my lips

You read my label but wanted more

Lightly we sail adrift and lie ashore

*

Fragile as a bomb, petal blossom and scar

You read my poetry like wishes in a jar

Eyelids anointed by the moonlight

As I fold and fit so close and tight

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We tingle and giggle, snuggle and snooze

In silky clouds and cashmere morning hues

Squeezed in your palms like hazelnut coffee blend

Spoon and stir the froth as I simmer for your scent

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'Kalimera' as you say and remind me

'Kalimera' in all the ways you revive me

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    Written by Jessie Wylder