Your silken skin, always waiting

at the temple of my yearning.

I breathe you in every morning—

one day I’ll put your hand in mine.



At the temple of my yearning
dreams break out in ribboned rainbows.

An Elysian future shines—

won’t you step through into my light?

I breathe you in every morning,

your perfumes wanted on my lips.

Desire draws the details within—

your almond eyes catch me willing.


One day I’ll put your hand in mine,

in hope that you won’t pull away.

Anticipating the moment—

I’m ready to die here waiting.

A Retourne written for dVerse MTB and December 2026’s Deadline Writers – Your hand in mine.
This is based on teenage student of mine, very much in love with her best friend.