My touch,
so envious
of the way
the evening breeze
delicately caresses your face.
My kiss,
so jealous
of the way
the summer rain
gently drips off your skin.
but my heart finds solace
in the hope
that some day
my touch
will indeed
become the evening breeze
and my kiss,
the summer rain.
Jan 11, 2018
Jan 11, 2018 at 11:59 AM UTC
My touch,
so envious
of the way
the evening breeze
delicately caresses your face.
My kiss,
so jealous
of the way
the summer rain
gently drips off your skin.
but my heart finds solace
in the hope
that some day
my touch
will indeed
become the evening breeze
and my kiss,
the summer rain.
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