golden

You can wear any color you want

 but my dreams are golden

 We dance while listening to songs played on vinyl

We write poems while looking at each other's lips

 And we have to kiss after every letter

 We are the ones walking hand in hand on the beach 

We make fun of the other stupid poets

 We lie to everyone but each other

 And I draw you in my notebook 

 Your lips taste like tears

 If I'm not the reason

 Let me kiss you gently

 Then lay your head on my chest

 And stay there until the sun comes up

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

a kiss after every letter...that is a lushious way to write.
"your lips taste like tears" is a great line.
as is "We write poems while looking at each other's lips"
This poem is golden.
the imagery makes it come alive.
j.

[Beren]

“ lushious way”
Thank you for reading this sir! There is a little silver in here anymore