S.M. Riggin

Rookie (july / texas)

Butterflies - Poem by S.M. Riggin

He grabs my hand
fingers inertwined,
rubbing them gently
tingles everywhere,

Looks me in the eyes
we stare, not blinking,
he moves his other hand
on top of mine,

Sitting there, we talk
no silence through the night
once more he looks over
wraps his arms around my waist,

tickle tickle tickle
He says its cute.
the night goes solemn when he stops,

staring into my eyes,
I bite my lip
my heart skips a beat
'I Love you' he says

Comments about Butterflies by S.M. Riggin

  • (8/31/2009 5:07:00 PM)

    What a tingly poem. Thanks for sharing. (Report) Reply

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  • Sulaiman Mohd Yusof (4/22/2008 5:55:00 PM)

    what a splendid piece..............well written (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 14, 2008

Poem Edited: Monday, August 31, 2009

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