the leaves crunched under our feet
the purple sky sent a breeze of warm air
that whipped my hair in my face
your kiss smelled like the coming rain
and your fingertips on my face were feathers
the night sky stole its hue from your eyes
and the sun borrowed its light from your smile
YOU ARE READING
lackluster dreamings
Poetryin which inner thoughts are brought to life upon a page. poetry.
