(written on the ninth of august, two thousand and fifteen.)
one, two, three
one, two -- I'm sorry,
could we start again?
one, one, two
I don't understand
will you show me?
step one, step two, step three
one A.M., two A.M., 'till three
(and four, five, six, seven)
the sun rises as you learn
to dance, as you learn
to walk away.
one, two, three.
one, two -- hello, love.
I want to know you again.
YOU ARE READING
touch.
Poetrya poetry series after free the poems. about touch and emotions, and above all, love. this is the phoenix from the ashes. - - - image credit: silverscents.tumblr
