gently mad
it began with a glance,
a fleeting spark.
eyes meeting in silence,
washing away the dark.
the universe held in pause
while time stretched thin,
his hand brushes mine,
he feels familiar
against my skin.
a little less buried
with each time we kiss.
I cannot help
but to be swept
further into bliss.
Arrianna
Wed 11th Sep 2024 03:36
This is a really nice poem 🙂 I like It