A poetic rendition of my trip to the beach with the one I like.
Breathless
Laying here
Side by side
Watching the waves
Feeling the sun
Turn to me
I turn to you
Just inches away
But still far apart
Your eyes are hidden
I feel them stare at me
Just the slightest movement
And we brush each other
I watch the drifting clouds
Your face shadows me
With that gentle kiss
You've taken my breath away
BadBadBear commented on Breathless
12-28-2009
Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.
Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.
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