I left my clumsy first impressions
on your cherry blossom lips
Closed eyes and cotton-candy bliss
to send us upwards
Our eyes
sent secret messages
& delivered butterfly kisses
Always open for each other
We left the crazy children castles:
of slides and spinning roundabouts
stealing time for sharing lips
handinhand, handinheart
And our hands
pressed patterns onto sensitive skin
& held performances for touch
strutting fingers jaywalking
You left your sweet, subtle expressions
of vanilla fragrance in my bed
Soft smells of pretty girls
Remembering love
Our minds
succumbed to senses
Dreamily saving feelings
only storing space for her
But now our eyes seem closed
Our hands seem clenched and seperate
and our minds are rising from the slumber
Because
I left.
I left you and your sensual words:
your lasso-pulling whispers,
always pulling harder
"I love you"




thank you...


ing alone,







i can tell im gonna like this poem already--dang i wish my first kiss was this good lol mine was on his bed and he missed
lol but good job 





. A lot of interesting word combinations in this poem
.


52 old applause
