find your hand in the mist
chasing shadows bleeding into night
strawberry juice coating the throat
kisses are like a sunrise
if this is drunk then let me keep drinking
the sight of you
the bubbles rising to the surface
like some newly-discovered champagne
Written: July 2019.
Explanation: A short, simple poem written in my own time. Feedback welcome. A link to my Facebook writing page can be found on my HP home page.