The touch was something like silk.
The taste was that of sugar,
but even more addictive.
You felt like home, like peace.
I spent days writing then rushing
my fingers through paper
hoping to catch a glimpse of your face
somewhere between my words.
I think I was trying to recreate you,
but I don’t know how to recreate a feeling.
It was like a summer morning with a pinch of salt
in the air and hot sand between my toes.
I got lost between the palm trees,
wandered around the buildings,
spent my days climbing the mountains.
Are you looking for me as well?
Wow this is beautiful.
Sublimity only the heart knows…
I vote for this as the best line in the poem:
“It was like a summer morning with a pinch of salt
in the air”
Wonderfully written!
beautifully expressed💗
Beautiful and Wistful,🧡