Eyes, in contact
for a moment,
and I remembered
golden stars
amidst a sultry green sky.
Your slight smile
before we settled,
in the dawn's muted light;
the warmth of our thighs,
the gentle curve of our hips
and another morning is lost
except, you remain
in my poem.
Author notes
Amazing that you can be physically closer to a stranger on a bus than those near you at home.
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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This is so good!
What you say in your notes is very true.
And yet we don't think much about, well I didn't, till now.
Mari
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