picking petals


Outstanding poetry shared by a talented writer.

Éloa


I was in the heavens trying to watch you

Milky waves altered my vision

If I pressed hard enough I just might,

darling maybe I could touch you,

taste you

I feel you on the tip of my tongue already

I swear when I get like this

it’s like your body is singing to me

singeing me

bathing me in a luminesce that

this moon doesn’t ever dream of

the sun couldn’t even caress

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