Poems

MIRRORS
WAITING
THE VENICE OF BYDGOSZCZ
EMPTY BEACH
AURORA BOREALIS
MARATHON
WHEN YOU KISS MY FEET
LIKE AN ANGEL


WHEN YOU KISS MY FEET

 

I love

when you kiss my feet

 

when you stroke the skin with your palm

your tongue paints

curves on my heel

you keep me warm

with your breath

 

now I know

why angels walk barefoot

on the snow

AuthorKalina Izabela Zioła
2024-01-28T13:03:08+00:00 January 20th, 2024|Categories: Poetry, Literature, Blesok no. 152|Comments Off on Poems