satellites stuck in our dirty heads


handsome are the hours
when we hold each other
longer than what we
used to do in the dark

sweet is the aroma of
this air when we blow
kisses of thousand love
so perfectly until we bend

red are the blushes
on your cheeks as
i turn to read you
love poems and you shake

lovers are we both
in tune with same
satellites stuck in
our dirty heads




About chester maynes

poet, and a lover of music and books.
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