He breaks apart
our kiss
and says
my eyelashes
tickle his nose.
I laugh and
as my lips graze his,
I whisper:
that would be a
great first line
to a poem.
YOU ARE READING
Fragments
PoetryOf life and death. Of love and heartbreak. Of sin and truth. Of muses and tragedies. The world is a complex weave of binaries. And so is this book. [a collection of poems by Claudia]
