Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Jun 2014
Your breath β€” a sugary cloud,
crossed quietly between us,
though received as a gust
As it entered my mouth

You slipped away, your image
faded as if in mist
so sudden, that kiss
We had before the bridge.
Edmond Guillaume
Written by
Edmond Guillaume  Oakland, CA
(Oakland, CA)   
Please log in to view and add comments on poems