february seventh by Ava Blu
each time i pull up the screen to write these daily poems,
i imagine your face;
i see those ocean eyes
and that scruffy beard
i hear the music you share with me
and the silly pictures you stumble upon
i feel the chill bumps form on my spine
as you graze my neck
and i realize how easy it is
to love.02/07/2009 Posted on 02/08/2009 Copyright © 2024 Ava Blu
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