Piercing eyes that reveal more than words could ever utter,
A kiss on the chick,eyelids that flutter,
An innocent hug,a rub, a simple touch,means so much,
when it’s just us,
No awkward silence or bursting our heads,our topics are like old time books waiting to be read, A hot flame waiting to be fed,
A scent that’s unfamiliar yet it feels like deja vu, a movie I’ve seen staring just us two,
A blank slate, a pen and a golden wrist.
empty pages waiting on an a artist
Waiting for something to commence,to combine to start
Something marked in history,
Ready to make some art.
Written by Laurna G