Ode to him,
His eyes are diamonds,
precious,
gold in a heap of dust,
they stare at me,
kindness,
soaring into my heart,
making my soul shake,
nervous,
but I've never felt so alive.
His words leave traces,
captivation,
they swerve around me,
I can't contain it,
fascination,
overflows my mind,
he speaks soft and calm,
infatuation,
a cool, summer breeze.
His lips are smooth,
shining,
against my own,
a tempting red,
gleaming,
I crave,
he bites them,
alluring,
I grip my breath.
Ode to him.
YOU ARE READING
From My Mind to Yours (2016)
Poesía"I would define, in brief, the poetry of words as the rhythmical creation of Beauty". (Edgar Allen Poe)
