Remember (59)

Do you remember our last kiss?

when my heart got wet…

my last smile?

you put it inside me, like a burning heaven.

or my last steps on your floor?

when I was climbing your soul.

Do you remember the sound of my love?

pure, a singing angel at your front door.

the smell of my words?

immortal, the food of the Gods.

the taste of my thoughts?

a volcano of hot chili peppers chocolate.

Do you?

Do you remember?

Do you remember the way it made us both feel?


Writing a poem a day for 1 year. This is lucky number 59. Thanks for reading. Feel free to share it.

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