A forgotten pathin the woods.
The lingering scent
of dried flowers.
The wispy fingers
of cool breeze.
The flowing traces
of golden sun.
The dazzling sun-glitter
of the lake water.
The feeling of soft grass
grazing my soles.
The roughness of bark
on my palms.
A trail of fallen leaves
on the ground.
A forest of my emotions,
And blooming memories of you.
The taste of your lips
on my tongue.
The touch of your nose
on my collarbones.
Your raspy whisper
against my ears.
The sensual aftermath
of your words.
The warmth and sweetness
of your hug.
The scorching trail
of fingers on my back.
Fire in your eyes
ice in my heart.
Raging hot
and bone-chilling cold
Summer and winter
existing together
The effect of us
Still with me
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Pillow Folds
PoetryThoughts and images that turned in tears Tears that remained in pillow folds for years. Cover credits: @Kihi-98