Featured Work | July 31, 2019

‘Untitled’ | penciltopaperseries | Poetry

He has to catch his breath 
when he sees me.
I watch his eyes dance
and his cheeks turn
bubblegum pink.
He speaks quiet and slow,
in hopes to make the moment
last longer,
and when I walk away
his heart longs
for our next encounter.
How lovely it would be
if I felt the same.

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