Touch Poem by Alyssa Ponds
Touch
Can we meet again
under trees that whisper with the wind?
And pretend like we didn't touch
yesterday
Like we aren't dancing
tomorrow.
Waiting for your skin
is like waiting for the sun after the winter
to lay upon my cheeks as
waves sink into the sand.
A songbird humming for the first time,
our lips saying goodbye for the last.
~tomorrow
Beautiful romantic love poem, well articulated and nicely penned with conviction. Lovely and very passionate. Thanks for sharing Alyssa.
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5/5/2024 2:48:33 AM # 1.0.0.1119
A fabulous piece..I enjoyed reading this poem.thanks for sharing..! !