She paints pictures where her lips touch his skin.
Memories of fire and glass and suffocating smoke
Her hair is the dark ash that remains after all the smoke has settled
After the flames die and the sky finally clears
Her hands soft, a reminder of lake and miles and miles below him
And she becomes the water that douses flame
That saves his burning soul
And brings breath back into his lungs
YOU ARE READING
The Mind Of A Poet
شِعرMy first poetry book! Read and enjoy❤️ I wrote this for you.. Update; My first completed poetry book, #9 in Poetry on Aug 4, 2017. Thank you everybody for all of your support. I will continue making more. Stay tuned
