I lie there looking
at the sinking Moon
far in the horizon
as she disappears
marking the end
of a warm and wild night.
I still can smell
the roasted marshmallows
of last evening.
I still can feel
the impulsive craving
in my veins as you
whispered my name.
Now I admire the snowfall
through the windows
as the sun rises.
I now want to expose
memories of last night
at the museum of my heart.
A serendipitous place to keep
my most precious treasures;
our whiskey nights
or midnight dances,
the words that triggered
the wave of lust that shaked
me upside down
and the fingers that rekindled
the fire in my soul;
the holy memories
of our own love language,
the one only you
and me can understand –
Our forever secret code
About the Creator
Diana Sol
29 years old fan of poetry and literature
Bookworn and a teacher
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