Blossoms
pale pink petals kiss
the goose-bumped skin of your
collarbone, a subtle breeze with the
glimmer of a dewdrop resting
upon the surface.
what else can I give you but
the rosy blossoms,
forget me nots and tulips fade
in comparison to the sweet touch
of dawn tinted flowers.
meet me halfway whilst I expect
your gaze, flush my porcelain skin
upon my yet imperfect cheeks
and watch the seeds of dimples
plant and sprout.
muddied freckles like soil to nourish
the bloom of life and glow in my
soul, though no sun or water necessary,
simply press your lips upon my brow
and watch those cherry blossoms grow.
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For the Soul
PoetryA collection of original unpublished poetry written to speak to what is within.
