oh what it would be like,
to remember your ghost of a kiss
and whispers of fingertips
in the wispy strands of moonlight
raining from the windows of your room
at three am
while we wait until sunrise
to fall asleep.
oh how it would feel,
to imagine your calloused hand in mine
and your smooth cheek under my lips
as we lay in your dewy lawn,
rays of sunshine beating down
onto our lovesick faces,
thinking of shapes
that the clouds above us took form as
at nine am,
dozing off till dusk was born again
(so tired from nights past)
blissfully unaware of the dew
soaking into out clothing,
far too content to mind.
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Poetrya collection of poems about all the difficulties and lovely little things that come with loving someone. a mix of poems from my own seven day prompt challenge along with other people's lists (including @celestialtruce's & @ascrittoran's on instagram...
