David DeSantis - ** Breakups

We wake up slowly,
shaded by romance.
she looks like a film,
that I am lucky to attend.

I look at her softly,
My hands warmth as touch,
And like a masseuse without training
I trace her neck line crest.

Her eyes catch mine for a moment
And in them I hear acceptance,
Two of a kind
Or one and one
We make a pair together.

Nothing new or special,
Or out of the ordinary.
And I’m sure I forgot the moment
As quickly as it came.

To wake up slowly,
Next to beauty
Is now much harder
To forget.


Copyright (c) David DeSantis

David DeSantis

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