Under lights that lined roadways to places i'd never go Where lived people i'd never know I first felt your hair on my chilled cheak Numb from the bitter hungry wind I could still feel each strand touch my skin Under lights that lined roadways to places i'd never go Where lived people i'd never know I first kissed Your rose frozen purple covered lips How sweet the taste our close embrace Ice to the touch of my fingertips Warm to the touch of my wanting lips
love often takes us places we woudn't have explored and your words lead us along and make us follow... nice!
Scholar_GypsyKermanshah, IranSep 9, 2010
I've read poetry of the painters and other artists before, but this is perhaps a second time I read a photographer's poetry and the first time I see love from a photographer's viewpoint, and, oh, a green-eyed photographer. May you ever remain so green and unaging, dear Blizza.
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