Sailing Poem by francesca zumbo

Sailing



New years residue and resolution
Resonating its way through a glass of wine

Sailing around in the absence of confetti
I got lost in her open lips

There you were on the line, at the end of my drunken dial
Cheers babe, hope to see you soon

I wonder if you think of me when you kiss her
And recall all the times you told me you loved me

Monday, June 16, 2008
Topic(s) of this poem: lips
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
Close
Error Success