Good morning
The east rises in glory
as we do with coffee.
Above, a smiling Aphrodite
watching her fruits, beauty.
Sunday, 4PM
Paperbacks in hands;
A stolen, loving glance;
Gold streams from outside;
Our souls revived.
Vision
Coffee breaks of our choosing;
Autumn's cool air whistling;
Free, fulfilled breathing;
Smiling at you and sighing.
Beachside
Acoustic strings singing by the beachside;
the ocean waves at the sight of us.
The sun floats down as our walls hide:
your gaze and smile are my paintbrush.
From Afar
Caffeine shots in a glance;
Watch my eyes dance
as I freeze in a trance,
hoping, knowing I've no chance.
YOU ARE READING
Jasmine
Poetrypoetry and stuff for a girl i've been crushing on for a year (Copyright © 2018 by vanillaVDE)
