Poetry

sunset

there’s a feeling in this wind

it’s new

like the first love’s touch

it’s ticklish

like you writing love letters on my skin

it’s comforting

like you brushing my hair

it’s beautiful

like you.

Poetry, Quill

Love notes

And the next time you come back ,
I will be right here ,
in this living room ,
Snuggled up between couch and table ,
In our white shirt ,
sipping ‘that’ coffee ,
Grinning at you after creating a mess ,
And I tend to close my eyes ,
When I know you’re here to catch me ,
If I ever fall .