Delusion Soiree Poem by Janine Alyssa Navarro

Delusion Soiree



You kept strands of my hair
But all I needed
Was your touch
The warmth of your skin
The gentleness of your chest
The air you breathe and all
It tattooed itself to me;
Since then, I'm never complete
Without being next to you

Friday, February 17, 2012
Topic(s) of this poem: hair
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