Eating mangoes helps me cope,
especially when the taste takes me away,
into a tropical island.
The ocean against my skin
washes the tears from my eyelids
and replaces them with fresh water
from the fountain of calmness.
Oh, how I love you, you romantic scenery.
He stands there, my dreamer.
He stands there, my beloved,
with arms wide open.
Wrapping me into his embrace,
his lips press upon my forehead,
softly whispering into my ear
everything will be okay.
At that moment I knew,
everything will be okay.
~ Taylor-Anne
November 4, 2018.
YOU ARE READING
My Bittersweet Tangerine Heart | 2
PoetryHighest Ranks: #1 in poetrycommunity 10/11/19. #6 in poetrybook 10/11/19. #2 in eroticpoetry 2/10/2020. Created & Published: 10/24/2018. Completed: 10/19/19. This is the second collection of my poetry. Welcome, these poems are a continuation of...
