Lips on My Shoulder
I’m driving in the forest
Where the wind sings a sound
The trees have their stories
Poetry penned the ground
Felt your hands on my waist
Hugging me, not letting go
Your lips on my shoulder
I know where we going
I’ve prayed to meet you
Can’t count how much
Your kisses taste bubblegum
I remember when…
I was a comet fallen
You were a supernova
We were friends back then…
You were standing there
Counting stars, crème brulee
I wanted to kiss you
If not only for
the Curly Woman
I love so much
And you run inside my head
in vanilla circles, round and round
The trees have their stories
Poetry penned the ground
Your lips on my shoulder
I know just where we going…
There’s this sexy girl…she kept running inside my head…she bumped into me in the forest…I rode with her in her bike…and she brought me in her galaxies…
I dedicate this to her...
This poem has a special connection to the beautiful hub, The Halfway Space, written by Astra Nomik.
© Copyright 2013 by Fehl Dungo
Dedicated to Cathy Nerujen
