Two Years Poem
Like yellow roses
your breathing blushes
my cheek with cool petals
The morning is quietly unfolding
and so are we - teasing the edges of
our crumpled bundle of warm skin
and dreams
We ease apart like episodes
unsure in places if we are
one page or two.
A little poem by Jenny Dobson to start the week.
Poem found via Poesy.
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