TOUCH ME IN THE MORNING
We had been friends for a few years.
Social, just likes and hearts to start with, but our friendship developed, became stronger.
We shared happy times and comforted each other through sadness.
Our messages become more frequent.
Pictures of smiles and daftness.
Fun.
You sent me music. I loved that. Your taste.
Then we met.
Just friends.
You sang to me on the train.
We hugged, no more.
Fell asleep, my arms around you, your jet black hair against my cheek.
Listening to music.
Then as we awoke, Diane Ross played. You turned, eyes sparkling, we kissed.
Your lips melted my heart and as the words “touch me in the morning” were sung.
I did.
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Fantastic ending to this piece! Free verse...a romantic story, friendship to love. The picture of him singing to you on the train is particularly appealing. Once again, I love the 2nd person narrative.
GG
Loved it is all I can say.
XoxoX Ron
Beautiful love the meaning of the poem and the ending really was perfect. The piece flowed nice it was very enjoyable to read really nice job:)
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