do you remember?
it was the first time i slept in your arms.
we snuck out when your parents went
to sleep and went to the g r a v e y a r d
where we shared our first real moment.
that kiss still has me under a spell.
-please take me back. please?-
YOU ARE READING
cafune
Poetrycafune (n.) running your fingers through the hair of someone you love.
