I often harken back

to the first time her heart beat danced on my skin

I often harken back

to the moment I let her in

London is crowed with millions of souls

And yet my heart cannot cease knocking at her door

London is crowed with millions of souls

And yet her hands are the only ones I wish to hold

I cannot get my mind off our first morning

And the way the sun illuminated her skin

I have worshipped the sun every morning since

I curse & bless the day I met her

In equal measure

I curse & bless the day I met her

There’s nothing better

 

Poem by Skylar Parkar
Photo by The Togfather

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