You tapped on my shoulders from behind.
Knowing it was you, the skinship hits me like a taste of coffee as you attempt to mouth words.
I savored your voice and took a deep breath.
Now your perfume penetrates the air.
Your fingers twirl with magic and drew my attention to your face.
I savored your face and took another deep breath.
YOU ARE READING
The Way Trees Wait For Spring
PoetryWelcome to The Way Trees Wait For Spring Breathe between your tears and laughters Live through your lessons and memories Enjoy this short temporal moment of a human life
