TOP

So. I couldn't think of a poem for this weeks TOP, but I did have a small bit of a poem come to me. I've had... an interesting... almost two weeks with a new beau, and this poem popped in my head. It's probably not finished, but I am going to go ahead a put it on here. Mayhap it's to your liking. It is untitled and unfinished as of yet.

Questions, comments and criticisms are always welcome and encouraged.

You’ve been on my mind for a while

Our chance meeting stapled to the wall

A mural painted with burning inks

Late nights draw cinnamon shadows

Photographs of conversations taste of coffee

You’ve stolen my soul not yet my heart