And the street lamps are shining down on you and you are so beautiful.
The light highlights your prominent cheekbones and they warm the tone of your skin.
The bitter cold should bother us, but it doesn't.
I could stay with you under this dim light for ages if you'd stay.
So please reach forward, pull me into your arms and dance with me.
We don't need music,
You are the tune I will forever sing.
And please lean forward a bit more
and make our lips meet.
Because I want you
and will want you,
but more than ever under this street lamp.
YOU ARE READING
Pondering
PoesíaI write because emotion spills out of me. This is a collection of my poems and other writing. "My words are tiny pieces of me, each one specially woven just for you. And I will give, and give, and give, and give, until I am nothing and I become your...
