When you open the window at nighttime In the spring And you can feel the cool breeze in the dark; That is how you are. I open the window in the winter to feel you. Fluid orange light projecting itself through your window every morning, Onto the walls, While the sun is rising; That is how I love you. I wake early only to feel Rays of colour seeping between my fingertips For you. I Love you in the sky Like late pink evening sun Kissing, gently, a sleeping rock, And I will return again In the morning To kiss you awake. Wow, Kissing under the sun with you. I kiss with you under the sun Until I feel like I am kissing the rain.
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I am in the place where
I want you now. I am stuck in the place where The air is warm and Soft orange colour Touches my skin; Coating me in ghost kissing. Overwhelmed. I am stuck in the place Where you should be; Where I want to see you Naked with soft orange colour. Take the air out of me and Push flowers into my mouth. |
AuthorThese words are written by Sam. She is the author of Bloom, Poetry and Prose, and Until I Feel Like My Own Mother, enjoys sitting in the sun, eating fruits, and making people smile. Archives
May 2021
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