Kissing your footprint

Thursday, December 10, 2015 0 Comments

Closing my eyes, 
I feel every step, 
Firm yet gentle
Marking my thoughts.

I retraced those steps 
A circle where your little finger pressed, 
I kissed the footprint and laid my face, 
Careful not to disturb the lines I traced.

My breath warm,  
moist with tears
The sobs silent 
For anyone to hear.

I wish for those hands to reach out to me, 
I wish for those lips to tantalize me
I wish to have you close to me, 
I wish you to be happy,  alongside me. 


Some say he’s half man half fish, others say he’s more of a seventy/thirty split. Either way he’s a fishy bastard. Google

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