Poetry #2

“The taste of love,
It’s the warmth of steam seeping from your morning coffee.
The vibration felt in your throat when in harmony.
Feeling the seasonal change throughout the wind on your skin.
The dilution of darkness within your pupils,
And they’re the only light that you see.
The first breath when you rise out of water.
An untouchable presence,
An unknowing lesson,
Within a starting confession.
The overwhelming urge to embrace life,
If they will be within your sight.
Like a kite,
Your soul will take flight.”

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