It Smells Like Poetry
A little dab across her wrist
"what scent is it ?"
She asks with one inquisitive
brow, ...
He lays a kiss on the vein of her
bangle arm,
" its smells like poetry, doesn't it ?"
oh indeed, it does.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.