Prom
In this moment
The vibrations of the music
Mimic our rising pulses
Shimmering light
Glistens across your flawless skin
I lean closer just to grasp the scent
Of your restlessness, your flawed innocence
This could be the most perfect moment
The last of that we share together
Take my hand and grip my soul
I give it all to you
The last bit of control
Copyright © Seth Cross | Year Posted 2011
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