Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
May 2010
Move  closer  to  me

Your lips are vibrating inches away from mine

They look cold

I imagine waves of red and white lights reverberating off of them

Hitting me, cold electricity,

Melting into my nose and cheeks

      Move  closer  to  me

I’ll warm your lips
Written by
mary gallagher
537
   Andrew and Michella Batts
Please log in to view and add comments on poems