The Gift.

The Gift.

A Poem by snapjack

I trace your white lips

With the tip of my finger.

I stroke your blue skin

With the face of my palm.

 

You smile at me

With your yellow smile.

You whisper my name

With your morning breath.

 

I lie awake and watch

As you make your morning rounds.

You remind me all the while

Of how you will leave again.

 

I don’t say a word

I only watch you go

Though you always leave a gift

Of a million white diamonds.  

© 2011 snapjack


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