the day we went cycling
in the hot summer sun
the wind on our skin
I fell
sat there crying
you came to kiss my bruises
I tried to stop you at the scratches
you looked at me
and kissed them anyway
that day
a garden bloomed
in my heart
I still smell
the flowers
~*~
April 13, 2008 at 8:58 pm
That was magical.
April 14, 2008 at 2:21 am
Isn’t it V ? (wafting for the scent)
May 10, 2008 at 8:34 pm
This is tender, and beautiful. I enjoyed it very much. Found you as featured poet on Poets Who Blog.
May 10, 2008 at 9:44 pm
quidam58
Thank you I posted it because I thought the same. It was written by the friend whose link is below it.