I wish it could always be like this
Me holding your hands
And you stroking my fingers with your own
Feeling your touch
Feeling the heat of your skin
Then you looking into my eyes
Looking deeper than anyone has ever looked
Me stroking your cheeks
Then your lips
You drawing closer until l feel your breath
On my face
Me touching your lips with mine
Me feeling lost, as if nothing else exists
I wish it could always be like this
YOU ARE READING
The Day Withers Away
PoetryAn anthology of poems written from over three years back up until this present moment.
