Chemistry

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

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