Aug 08, 2020 | Rating : | Written by Roxana Balaban
Beautiful Hearts Read Count : 165

Category : Poems

Sub Category : N/A
Your wet palms touch my face slowly, 

Then I touch your fingers with my cold breath. 


 My fingers caress your red cheeks, 

You prefer to close your eyes, than to interrupt

 This special moment between us. 


 I catch you on my chest, 

And we move in dance rhythm;  

Slowly, slowly,

 I follow every step you move.  


Put your head on my shoulder,

 Turn off the light.

 Turn on the stars, 

And let them play among our beautiful hearts.

Comments

  • Aug 08, 2020

  • Carl Shuck

    Carl Shuck

    I just read this to my mom and she said, "Awww, she is a mama writing about her baby," and I thought, Hmmm: its a matter of perspective, I saw lovers, she saw a child. This is good writing my friend it stirs the heart.

    Aug 08, 2020

  • Aug 08, 2020

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