daisy
had thought you thought of me mind filled heart spills ocean rises echo sounds wind blown thoughts of her
if i had chance
if i had chance to live again return my age -golden bough outline the breast “i had chosen you” with gentle step and languid kiss poetry to sink my heart graciously held our cup of wicked red scorns our bed had i chosen you.
first glance
barely spoken eyes attract thoughts scent her way follow bread crumb tracks moments spent contemplating why you love her plan to spend eternity if only in your mind