He says my name like a forehead kiss,
soft and sure, whispers in breezes.
Love on his lips.

He holds my heart like it’s my hand,
gentle and assuring, warmth in flames.
I know he won’t let go.

Eyelashes flutter as we stare into the depths of one another.
I wonder if he truly sees my soul…
See how it etches his image, hums his name.

Our heartbeats are the melody and harmony of a love song without words,
An instrumental
And when we collide,
It crescendos. 

He is a vibe, me, an experience. 
Together we create a moment.

He’s a sunset and I rise like the sun,
We are acoustics that bounce off walls,
Loud and profound, a vibrato that never fades.

He says my name with a forehead kiss.
His affection on repeat,
Our song stuck in my head.

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JAZMINE LAMPLEY is a St. Louis writer and educator, a lover of poetry, prose, and powerful stories that tell of Black Excellence and exploration of worlds beyond. She holds a MFA in Writing from Lindenwood University, and is a content editor for The Fallow House. Jazmine has had her words featured in The Fallow House, She Is Kindred, The Green Velvet Couch, and Heartland Society of Women Writers. She currently resides in Florissant with her husband and three children. Connect with her on Instagram at @theutteringsofjazmine.