the flavour of air

POETRY

i like those soft, wrinkly
covers under the night
sky when i see your
face bathed in silvery
moonlight and stars
twinkling in your
dark eyes. i could
kiss your lips but it's
not enough so i just
lay my hand over where
i can feel your heart
beating and join its
rhythm with meaningless
words. in this moment,
i feel our souls intertwine
their hands together
dancing to the soft
music of our hearts
and silence of this
night blending together.
oh, how i wish poetry
was the way two
people could kiss.