The Taste on my Tongue

The perfect morning. A moment I wish I could relive countless times. A memory I don't want to forget.

 

Wrapped up in blankets against the cold morning air,

Curled up snugly in wicker seats

 

Frosty breaths of conversation,

Expelled a mist above our breakfast of waffles and hot cocoa

 

Our blushes were hidden behind pale white hands,

Whilst shy smiles wrote our story

 

We exhaled secrets into the day,

And inhaled nervous expectation

 

A foreign land awoke around us,

Whilst our voices spread wings to depart

 

It was that August morning amid the pastel sunrise,

That I fell in love with you...

Author's Note

This was the moment I knew I was in love. This August morning.