Tasting MagicA Poem by Lydia
There is a single red rose
growing next to his door step and half of me considers this to be a sign as I sigh and gather myself for this whirlwind His smile and his eyes intoxicate me like wine and the pit in my stomach deepens with each kiss until I am exposed and this black hole inside it seems to ebb and flow like the ocean and it consumes me whole I cannot shake the feeling of your hands in my hair and the way you stare like I won't notice If only every time I awakened you were also there © 2018 Lydia |
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