It’s been too long.
Once I knew every line,
every nuance of you.
I knew your touch
and the smell of your hair.
I knew the way you cocked your head
when something I did puzzled you.
Or the slight upturn of your mouth
when you looked in my eyes.
I knew the taste of your lips.
But it’s been too long.
The shade of your eyes
I’m sure were blue.
But I see them as just haze
in my mind.
I want to feel the stubble of your beard,
before my fingertips forget.
Copyright © 2017 Penny Wilson
So sweet Penny
Thank you!
Nice One 💐💐👌👍
Thank you!
A delightful poem, Penny.
Thank you so much Robbie, so sweet of you!
Such enchanting words…I loved that raw purity, that sweet misery❤❤❤
Thank you! I’m so glad you liked it.
Beautiful!
Thank you!
Lots of emotion packed into this poem in a sensory way that draws the reader into your thoughts.
Thanks for stopping by Audrey!
Made me smile 😃💛
Awww, thanks Walt! I’m glad you liked it!
By the way, thanks for nominating me. I don’t participate but I am humbled and honored. I’ve been having a hard time with my knee and haven’t been on much or posting. Hugs to you dear Penny 😃💛
I understand and you’re welcome. Just know that you’re appreciated! Feel better Sweet Man. ❤
Thank you 💛