a soul as sweet as honey.
tear-dropped eyes.
the fear of unknown.
the girl who stands there with a full head of childhood curls.
the harmful mind sealed with kisses of lovers.
a dainty body to be held.
perfectly evenly distributed lashes to accent the lovers eyes.
leaving everyone wanting more.
a irregular heart beat to hold the palate of spring.
the womanly body.
the heart shaped kisses to be left on the tastebuds.
the lonely bones.
the symmetrical face you can't forget.
the scent of pale lilies on a april Sunday.
YOU ARE READING
nostalgic gulp
Poetryfor the first days of springtime and the heartache left behind.
