the air i inhaled was crisp and cold
my lungs felt inflamed
and i could hardly breathe
but there you were
holding my hand
our fingers curling into a clasp
your presence reminding me
of how infrequent i actually breathe
under your gorgeous gaze
YOU ARE READING
poetic pages
Poetryjust poetry I wrote for myself #179 poet 06/18/18 #114 poet 06/18/20 #436 poems #697 poetry
