It wasn't the way you touched my hand
That made me swoon, or the sweet kiss
I placed on your valentine rouge lips.

It was the fruity taste of your cherry gloss
Across the way the wind shifted the trees
And the sound of rain driven side-ways.

My smile driven corner-to-corner as candles
Shed bright luminescence over faint glows
As the flesh of our Valentine's kiss exposed.

02/14/2010

Posted on 02/14/2010
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