One minute before midnight,
I could feel you on my skin
Goose bump covered tendrils
Your voice sinking in. You don’t
need to touch me to get in
It’s the feeling, it’s the feeling,
It’s the feeling – tingles on raw
skin; like we’re dancing,
Swaying; transported through
sayings and you talk so well
With a delightful edge of unreality
As if the two of us were living
Out a piece of fiction
That’s quite an impressive, off-kilter first post. Have you written poetry elsewhere?!
Thank you kindly! Yes, you can find more of my work on Instagram. I’m @thepoetrygallery there as well 🙂
Romantic
I enjoy your writing.
Thanks for reading!