Meeting Poem by Brad Adams

Meeting



The light dances on your hair
And I run to your embrace
Your locks tickle my nose
As I bury myself in your candy smell
Angel hair sticks to my tongue
As I kiss your bright face
And breathe my life into your ear

Thursday, June 30, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: love and friendship
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
Close
Error Success