A clean face is what
The kind I like.
Faded...
As though tumbled in the dryer,
In the dryer by mistake.
Out! Lifts me higher.
A being...
Touched the same as new jeans hanging
Instore.
I want this...
Admired in eyes, shopping
My wrist for their list,
And a hoarse, and a kiss afterward.
I may get it or not
For being and leaning.
Me,
Being the present under the Christmas tree.
It's what I want, simple as facts.
Good times and watchy like that.
A holidays for me can't wait to be.
You're the only one I want.
And a wish for my pulse,
My honey bump.
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K.A. Smith
K. A. Smith – published author and poet with experience in architectural design. I try to bring love and life into every poem or story. I believe every piece of art is "effective" in some way. Please follow along, and share your thoughts.
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