Sip a drink,
sigh in time.
It's touching to watch you
study the world with your fingertips.
Inhaling it effortlessly
like the white smoke from your cigarette.
I have more time for you
always.
If it were silent
save for an ocean breeze,
lapping waves
and your whisper;
the deepest sleep could find me
tranquil, yet alive.
3 comments:
Thats a nice little poem you've got there.
Someone suggested I take the last part out, the "tranquil, yet alive."
I don't know how I feel about that.
I know you wrote this about me.
Post a Comment