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.

  One thought on “a concussion

  1. September 30, 2018 at 5:18 am

    ๐Ÿ™‚ just right ๐ŸŒท

    Liked by 1 person

  2. September 29, 2018 at 8:11 pm

    ๐Ÿฆ‹ Amazing photo. Lovely poem.

    Liked by 1 person

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