Best Bloom Of Youth Poems
The Bloom of Youth Dies(Youth is Wasted on the Young)
Oh, to be young again,
and have your arms wrap me
in bear hug warmth,
in breath-stealing squeeze,
as I taste morning coffee and cream.
So cold the cup rim,
and how flat the flavor bine,
without the channel
of your steamy lips....
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Categories:
bloom of youth, age, kiss, youth,
Form:
Elegy