a concussion

a concussion

A concussion she said

while shining her light

into my eyes.

Half-witted I actually believed

she was speaking to me.

Suddenly her lips brushed mine

breathing became second hand

as she whispered you have

a concussion of beauty

I replied, yes, I understand

created by you, your smile

I must remember this.

4 Comments

  1. ellie894 says:

    🙂 just right 🌷

    Liked by 1 person

  2. 🦋 Amazing photo. Lovely poem.

    Liked by 1 person

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