Sep 22, 2011 21:54
you tickle the memory behind my eyes and
i call you Beautiful like it is your first name
and not some fickle compliment.
i wonder if you can feel my heartbeat in every word
i leave at your door,
i've never met you face to face but
it doesn't matter
love moves through walls and doors and
over watery distances.
but i kiss your lips and do not shy from
the desire of your taste
my heart lingers over nostalgia;
you are beautiful, always, forever
timeless like a black & white movie romance.
m-g,
poetry,
friendship,
romantic,
free write,
love