sat on the roof
looked upon the lawn
grass not as green
as the weeds
flowers that had dropped
from the trees
no flaws at all
Explore:
a poet's playground
More from the playground:
her eyes
her eyes
stared at me
blinding my sight
the intensity
the concentration
drew me in
no verbal discourse needed
her eyes
alluded
to her intentions
slightly mysterious
captivating me
cerebrally
wanting more
oh………for the fantasies
that formed
to place a kiss
upon