June 18, 2015

I couldn’t stop telling you that you were beautiful from above your half naked body in the dim light of the sun that was peeking into your room on that morning or this morning or that one morning in December when the grass was brown like the specks in your eyes and my skin was cold where your arms didn’t touch me and I thought that maybe you looked at me sometimes and thought that the sun hit my face so that I was beautiful too but when you told me you were glad I stayed I smiled at you and said me too before rolling off the bed and kissing your lips.

Reviews

[Philip Muls]

Main character seems insecure and very happy with confirmation she is loved back. Endearing and open.

[Perkele.7885]

This is a nice poem and sounds like my mod us operendi but, the date is all wrong. I have to beg off again!

[Quill]

seems like a lovely person you spent time with, nice writing

[Penelope Voljeti]

Thanks so much for the review :)