It is time to see red. I see your lips hiding under those blue eyes.
You simple creature you...what shall I do with this body of yours?
What shall I do with these pieces of your broken heart?
I kiss under your chin breathing in the fumes that only last a day.
My favorite spot to kiss on your hip, I miss.
Someone as simple as the air making it difficult to breathe?
Little red hearts are dancing in the windows with sparkles,
Paper letters titled "Be Mine" in the hands of children,
Be Mine.
If you could only see the importance of your arms,
the comfort of your warm skin.....
I would make us kids again.
Shake your hand, kiss your lips, throw my arms around your neck,
I would ask you to check YES.
I might even kick you in the shin.
Great poem, sharing this with my wife!@bose
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