A singular time in Greenwich Park
Walking amidst the tourists and lovers
Nervous and indifferent at the same time
You surprised me with your truth
And eyes that seemed to yearn for me to love you back
With a hand on your back
Teasing
You turned
And in a summer breeze
Sealed my soul with lips
That felt like coming home and leaving
Leaving you felt wrong
And coming home I sat with a new sensation
Normality
For perhaps the first time
It was good to be in my skin
Skin you had caressed
And I had let you.
Jul 22, 2011
Jul 22, 2011 at 2:38 AM UTC
A singular time in Greenwich Park
Walking amidst the tourists and lovers
Nervous and indifferent at the same time
You surprised me with your truth
And eyes that seemed to yearn for me to love you back
With a hand on your back
Teasing
You turned
And in a summer breeze
Sealed my soul with lips
That felt like coming home and leaving
Leaving you felt wrong
And coming home I sat with a new sensation
Normality
For perhaps the first time
It was good to be in my skin
Skin you had caressed
And I had let you.
Copyright Amber Agha