The sun stands
as if you are here.
A red light shines
from your decorated lips.
And I flirt with you once again,
playing with your hair –
like all our yesterdays.
Soft hands grasping,
your body calls to me.
Ocean-blue,
and beautiful.
Travelling eyes
A Wandering Poet
As I walk around I like to record what I experience. Through poetry, ideas and thoughts I hope I can share some of these experiences with you.
A Wandering Poet 
Beautiful!!🧡
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