Category: Love Poems

We stopped as a gust of fresh wind ripped over our bodies, like a moving shadow.Noon on Saturdays.After a while, I could see it was bigger than him.

This is our legacy, The same dream, Pulling me away from you.

We lay close in our disheveled pjs, laughing Like marshmallows and hot chocolate, we melt I, on his chest Him, on my neck Moving in comedic timing as I answer my phone, distracting me from my task My hand instinctively grabbing his leg and he, my waist.