Poems
Poems
Poems
Bautista Aniceto
Creative Writing ENGL 150-06
Matthew Burgess, 03/22/2013
Poems
Winter
We encounter at the end of the year
You come without fear,
While I surrender to your feet.
Touch
I still remember the sound of your breath on my neck
As a ship searching across my skin
Some calm in the water and a dock to rest in.
I still remember the kiss of your fingers
Sliding slowly down my cheeks,
Like a drop of water that falls gently from a leaf.
Angelical Beauty
Her black hair shines as when I last saw her.
She wore a blue dress and had a ponytail at first,
Then she loosed her hair.
It moved with the wind like a black wave
While the sunlight kissed her head.