I rolled out of bed
A touch of rouge
Like blooming
I am blooming into poems
Dedicated to a lover.
Not ordinary ones
Like hooker green cargoes
But like something in between
Holding a hand
And a hot cup of coffee that burns
When you kiss it
Blooming slowly into something sweeter
Something that hums a little,
Dances a lot,
And bares a little skin
That says Yes
To a little smile
Unfurling in delicate layers
Always blooming.
What are you like today?
What makes you bloom?
Thanks for leaving your nice comment. I have really enjoyed browsing your site, love the journal pages and love love the writing.
i am
in love
and it is her name
her thought
her smile over the phone
that makes me bloom
a thousand new petals
every day
Your paintings make me bloom – that one is so cute!
And since I came here I leave with your playlist, as it has songs that I usually love!
Gorgeous poem, M!
my lover makes me bloom ! nothing makes me happier than listening to H’s voice over that phone….. always H !
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