It is in these moments,
With your legs intertwined with mine
That I stop to breath-
Soft inhale
Your eyes, honey and amber
Are lidded in the morning sun
Lashes brushing
Pink cheeks
How warm a memory can be
How soft the imagined
Brush of skin and
Inhale of air
There you rest
In the corners of my mind
Dripping in golden light
And gossamer love
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I hope you all enjoy these little insights to my mind! Some of these poems show a very intimate part of my soul
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Her
PoetryHer. She is the first girl that stole your breath and broke your heart. She is the girl at the bookstore humming to herself in the aisles. She is the girl who inked poetry into the margines of her notebooks. She is each girl you fall for, each gi...
