Tonight, we are young. The flickering moon radiates on your porcelain skin. Brings out the alluring radiation in your stoic face, your bright blue eyes. Every time we move, we shift together. The absence of feeling, the rush of senses as I touch your skin Unaware in the deceits of the world. As we gaze into one another, entranced in a dream like heaven. The jet black night, illuminated by the pale moon and dancing stars, hidden in the soaring trees; incasing us in sweet silence that sings so loud. Speaking without words, a poem of sorts, or a dance of the mind.
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Yours.
Yours Your embrace, picks up my fallen pieces. Your smile, reflects one in mine. Your heart, keeps mine beating. Your hand, I'll hold as long as I can. Your laugh, plays in my head when you're gone. When you say "I love you," I'd go deaf for every other noise. When you kiss me, my senses go numb. When you are you, I can be me.
By Joe klemmer4 years ago in Poets
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