Under the Stars

Under the stars

cool grass 
against my skin

silhouetted
your breath warms me

fireflies dance
in celebration

breezes
carry your scent

intoxicated
by the night

if in a dream
let me slumber

Under the stars

Copyright © 2019 Penny Wilson
Posted in Poetry | Tagged , | 7 Comments

The Fortune of Him — Poetkisses

REBLOG: Don’t miss Poet Kisses beautifull poem!

and she will love his heart without prejudice or persuasion…

via The Fortune of Him — Poetkisses

Quote | Posted on by | 5 Comments

The Heart Does Not Forget

tickles from
the stubble of your beard

the smile at
the corners of your mouth

were your eyes 
the color of the sea?
or were they
rainy day grey?

I forget

the scent of your skin
in the dark

forgotten

when your hand touched mine
did my blood race?

many things 
forgotten

but, love

the heart
does not
forget 

Copyright © 2019 Penny Wilson
Posted in Poetry | Tagged , | 16 Comments

Within the Spaces — looking in your window

REBLOG: Please enjoy this Gorgeous poem from Looking In Your Window.  Beautiful! ❤

comfort is not what it once was I have not been here before we are linked with ties beyond what any can see embracing the time gifted by a path unsought breathing in deeply still unknowing it’s best that way a spark helps illuminate this uncharted path anew is this love we share unwrapping layers […]

via Within the Spaces — looking in your window

Quote | Posted on by | Tagged , | Leave a comment

Among the Pines

Not a new post, but I hope you don’t mind a repeat. 🙂 ❤

Penny Wilson Writes

Lay me down among the pines.

I smell earth, wood and your skin.

The sun dapples your face.

Goose flesh in the breeze.

Bird calls echo my sighs.

View original post

Posted in Uncategorized | Leave a comment

Rain Kiss

Kiss me in the rain

Thunder in my heart
Lightning in your touch

Flames 
no downpour can extinguish

Desire
washes over me

Cravings 
quenched

Kiss me in the rain.

Copyright (C) 2019 Penny Wilson

 

Posted in Poetry | Tagged , , | 13 Comments

Search

The search
never ending

you were at my fingertips
once

and slipped away

I found you in a smile
or so I thought

My illusions
tease me

Your image
like waves on asphalt
in summer

Your voice
whispers
in the shadows

waking me 

Breezes
carries a scent
of you

I pursue

Your touch
I miss
most

Copyright © 2019 Penny Wilson
Posted in Poetry | Tagged , , | 6 Comments