You Are My Poetry

Take my hand
And walk on this journey as one
A sincere kiss to greet me with the moon
While we thoughtlessly wait to greet the sun
As you lay right beside me
Pillow talking our way towards comfort
We hold hands as if we’ll never witness such a connection again
A sour past that you quickly turned bland
All while taking our love and promising me happiness
Your arms feel like poetry
Your smile has a certain hold on me
Lying in bed with you feels like nothing else matters
Not even the heartache that I may soon feel after
But these busy butterflies
I can’t resist them
You are my poetry

Copyright 2012 Ta’Mesha Smith


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