her eyes shine green
like feathery grasses on cool summer days
and when she slides her hands across my lips
and brushes candy-sweet kisses
down my thighs
i tremble
and think about
how lovely she is
with her sloppy words
that spill out
fresh like cool splashes of water on drying rocks
and her short hair
kept short because she hates when it tangles
but not when i tangle the strands in my fingers
like looping threads of magic on my pinkies
and promising to be hers forever
YOU ARE READING
Gentle Reminders of You
Poetryoh, reader, my reader, please don't hate what you are about to read they come from a part of me deep inside buried beneath blood and flesh warped in anger and weeping challenged in love changed in trust bound by hope and they are yours
