Black velvet shirt
on soft soft skin;
breathing you in.
Bright red wine scars
& the sound of your voice
singing along
to sad sad songs.
Hands tangled in my hair;
wish they would forever rest there.
The warm, shallow water;
afraid to tread deeper;
who knows what we’ll find there
in your sweet stare.
You let me into your eyes now,
to bask in green, gold, brown,
like the trees where I found
your wandering spirit;
ethereal,
unreal,
the one
who knows my shy secret
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Comments4
Beautiful words 🙂
Thank you ❤️❤️
what an exquisitely worded first stanza
simply beautiful! a great read
thanks for sharing, dear poet
'Black velvet shirt, on soft
soft skin: breathing you in.
Bright red wine scars
& the sound of your voice
singing along
to sad sad songs.
Hands tangled in my hair
wish they would forever
rest there.'
Thank you 🖤. I'm always trying to capture those precious moments in time in the hopes of prolonging them I suppose.
Nice words . A good read
Thank you ❤️
Well expressed, the abstract of those quiet shared moments when love is new and knowing mutual.
A very gentle piece with great depth.
Yes! Wish it could be new forever... although of course that's not how it works. Thank you for your kind words x
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