Once Upon a Red Bench
Once upon a red bench,
everything happened.
The touch,
the kiss.
The hugs,
the bliss.
Our beats,
our colored-art.
Our rhythms,
our soundtrack.
Once upon a red bench,
your lips touches mine
as I caress your chest.
Your hand went
through my hair
and I became
a lost spark of mess.
My nose lingered
through your neck
as I smelled your scent.
And our bodies collided
just as they were meant.
They were short,
but I still remember.
They were fast,
but I still feel all the ember.
Because the
shortest of glimpse
creates the
longest of daydreams.
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Into the Deep
PoetryLet this book submerge you with heartaches, drown you with traces of the past, flood you with self-wonders, wash you with waves of healing, immerse you with romance, and fill you up with colors, but only if you dive into this ocean of poetry and le...
