I feel the summer on my skin
as I laze about in lush grass
my closed eyes colored pink
I lay and feel the the clouds pass
I open my eyes to see a silhouette
the sun masking her face from view
yet I could tell she was familiar
someone that I already knew
moreover some one I loved
quite deeply and quite whole
I could feel her smiling eyes
I could hear her shining soul
she leaned herself toward me
using my arm for a bit of brace
her soft hand upon my skin
was enough to cause my heart to race
she leans herself in closer
still in her angelic eclipse
electricity rushed inside me
I feel my pulse inside my lips
our lips meet in slow suspension
in that moment love is concentrated
this feeling rushes to flood my heart,
our lips softly separate, I'm elated.
This poem was based on this "the summer on my skin, as I sit on the soft grass, a figure approaches from the sun light. I can't see who she is, but I know I love her. She grabs my forearm to steady herself as she leans in for a kiss. I feel all the blood, and electricity, run into my lips, then flood back into my heart, I'm elated " A little rant of romanticism I made while talking to a friend. I almost posted it as a free form poem rather than this. I don't know which one I like more.