Offerings

Poem By Anthony Dawson

You!

I was just dreaming of you.

Come,

sit down next to me.

Do you want coffee?

I have no milk,

or any other jewels except a kiss;

a trembling, unsure, honest kiss

Comments about Offerings

few lines imaging love temptation.. pure, innocent, always young..


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