.....

A few scattered pearls on the closet floor,
seashells stored in a gem box,
a tickle of cold sand on my bare soles,
and the smell of approaching winters,
Its all a dream in the making,
sans one tiny ingredient,

your scent,
woven in my breaths..

I'm into sewing dreams these days,
in threads of lukewarm romance,
coloured in my
hassle-free poetry.