A poetic rendition of my trip to the beach with the one I like.
Breathless
Laying here
Side by side
Watching the waves
Feeling the sun
Turn to me
I turn to you
Just inches away
But still far apart
Your eyes are hidden
I feel them stare at me
Just the slightest movement
And we brush each other
I watch the drifting clouds
Your face shadows me
With that gentle kiss
You've taken my breath away
BadBadBear commented on Breathless
12-28-2009
Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.
T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.
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