never in front of my parents
she whispers softly as she laces her fingers through mine.
I know, I promise.
she kisses me softly as the immortal
moonlight bathes her in shades of white
and the lightest blue.
we break apart and she smiles at me.
my heart
e x p l o d e s
like it always does.
YOU ARE READING
centuries
Poetry❝and yet i pretend not to know why your image is painted in my eyes.❞ poetry #216 [© afterwords 2015]
