Poems from blueeyedbrittany
I once had a friend.
Blonde and bright and beaming his smile,
when at thirteen his heart halted.
I entered his home, lasagna in hands,
His...
He was my priest.
I was baptized with his mouth,
every scripture preached carefully,
with lips soft and tangible.
I was his muse.
My hands...
I want his mornings,
To be there in his favorite moment
Witness the sun cast its light through the arms of his trees
Then return to bed...
Happy poetry is erotic poetry,
words whisper from writer to reader
caressing every inch of their body.
Because maybe life isn’t so bad,
if...
The tide,
gracefully rippling out and pulling back into depression.
The waves are more like whips as the rip tide forgets to unleash...