The Hibernian Poet
We were the last romantics - chose for theme, traditional sanctity and loveliness.
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Eyes closed
I miss the way you
would kiss my eyes,
your lips would caress
them with the gentleness
of the breath you inhaled
back over my skin.
I miss how you would
kiss my eyes closed.
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© Oisin
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