January sounds like a nice place.
Bringing me to your house, like it is our version of first base.
Giant windows and stories unknown to humankind.
"My first visitor," I still remember that line.
The heart could not stop fluttering at those helicopter views.
Now it lays here with the booze.
Footsteps become my sky.
Dreaming of the day champagne becomes the next reason, amplifies.
Blinding light, my eyes find the skyline.
You savour the touch of my hand, because "no one brought wine".
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20 Poems over 20 Summers: 20/20 Eyesight For The Years I've Lived & Outgrown
PuisiI have never understood the power of the pen until it spoke to me and said, "It's time to shine". These are twenty poems over the course of my life and however skewed their meanings are, they represent my thoughts and inhibitions.
