do you remember where we first met?
love in 50 words
By Moon DesertPublished about a year ago • 1 min read
Photo by Mollie Sivaram on Unsplash
your balmy hand close to my ruddy cheek
telling me stories about how we met
afternoons in the sun
waiting for the bus
taking us somewhere else
from others
pink flowers witnessed our first kiss
stolen from the crowd
“she’s mine!”
you shouted, and I blushed
my skin hot, sun-soaked
About the Creator
Moon Desert
UK-based
BA in Cultural Studies
Crime Fiction: Love
Poetry: Friend
Psychology: Salvation
I write only because there is a voice within me that will not be still.
Sylvia Plath
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