Strangers

Fingers tracing
the buttons of your spine,
wrestling tangles
from your hair.
Chapped lips,
like braille,
betray my desire
to ask you if
we'll ever be strangers.

Reviews

[Ballpark Frank]

This is electric!' Well done.

[Gaia Octavia]

Thanks so much!

[Chris Shaw]

A poem of intimate moments with a question for the future. Those lovely moments we all want to last forever. Sadly they can fall apart :(

Enjoyed the read and where I travelled with your lines. Thank you.

Chris

[Gaia Octavia]

Thanks very much!

[Chris Shaw]

You are welcome. Have a good day:)