Lying there
I love the way your hand caresses my arm;
I love the way you kiss the back of my head;
I love the way you smell like saltwater.
With you
Nothing is better than the touch;
Nothing is greater than your heat;
Nothing is nicer than the near silence-
When I hear the skipping.
YOU ARE READING
Ballerina
PoetryThis is a compilation of poetry that I wrote through my senior year of high school for my favorite English class. I wrote these poems at a time in my life where everything was changing- for the better. I hope you enjoy them.
