a sudden rush
of cold air
brush my face
sprinkled with
sweet perfume
i hear footsteps,
paper bags crisping
a shadow touches
my arms, i did not
look at you because
you spend all
your time without me
but i can't resist,
'do you have a good
time darling? '
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice poem, next time u should come with her when she went for shopping :)