On that cold October Night
On That Cold October Night
We sat on the swing and listened to the dark
The Lake looked holy
undisterbed like a virgin
Pure
Almost innocent
The moon reflected off the water with athority
Like it knew it was sopost to be there on that very lake
The stars were scatted across the sky as if they were waching us
I drew in the night
I took a deep breath
His voice made the unsure streets of my mind sertain
His laugh made me melt
But his touch
Opened up every city to my soul
His Touch
Scremed out my past
His touch made everything I am and ever was
He made my heart know
He was the black to my white
The love to my fight
His every movment made me smile
But I'd never let him know
Where we stood on the beach
I playfully drew a heart in the sand with my feet
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poem by Anastasia Denise Johnson
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