A Walk In the Park
The sweat of the leaves cooled my palms,
When I plucked a red flower from the parks garden.
I placed it in velvet hair lifting from a soft breeze,
as we sat upon a hard metal bench.
A kiss, to join in comfort as two hands grasped tightly.
As people unnoticed passed by, our hands parted,
Releasing briefly to caress a tear away, on a glowing face.
Where eyes were filled by movement from an unborn child.
contest Sense of Touch
Frederic Parker
8/29/15
Copyright © Frederic Parker | Year Posted 2015
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