Ripples,
Ripples of butterflies kicked off below,
Listening to her voice fill up the room,
I closed my eyes and the daydream began—
Of that breezy evening when we talked by dancing hibiscuses
I traveled into my thoughts
Losing the hold I had over my senses
I could hear her now clearly,
Summer in her eyes,
The wind waltzing through her hair,
My blue pulsing at the intensity of this purple
And there I was,
Eyes closed to the ceiling listening till the voice note ended—
And my daydream was stabbed!
Smiles,
Smiles run across my face
And I wish all the steps we took I could retrace—
Yet, as I raise my phone to reply
The butterflies kick off again but this time they fly.
YOU ARE READING
A 100 For My Better Half
Poetry"Summer and warmth spilled from her eyes, Breaking my shell like metal on ice, I tried to ignore, yet I couldn't excise- The love in me that she enticed". Praise Frank This is an anthology to and for one who unconsciously opened a gate which was shu...
