compelling
bodies pressed together
in a world
where the truth is outlined in polka dots
your green eyes
what it feels like to be in love
I want your lips
how else do I say...
little things you do
how can I describe...?
hidden backwards
glances
gazing for moments
look away in an instant
am I... obvious?
who has freckles like yours?
would they rub off if we were to touch...?
Hello!
I'd like to say your poem is pretty good, omitting grammatical tendencies. I liked it, but I felt like you kind of hung off at the end. Is there a Part II poem?
Like it