black and red and silver
and blue and love and violet and
green and lips and kisses
hearts, roses, fire
your thoughts
my desire
fingers enlaced
keyboards, guitars
your embrace
closed doors and daisies left
to die
eighteen windows and seventeen more
you and I
YOU ARE READING
teeth
Poetrya collection of thoughts, emotions and very short stories - in progress. I guess you can call it, "poetry".
