Your fingers
touch tentatively
on the back of my neck
pulling the ribbon with
slow deliberation;
your breath tangling
in the tendrils of my hair
sends tingles
tumbling to my
toes.
.
.
.
Another Outlander poem from ep 107 “The Wedding.”
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