The Poetry Marathon

I see you approaching

From faraway

Your chest broad

Your pace slow

Your twinkling eyes

When they saw mine

Like the first time

We kissed

I long for you

To hug me

Boy! Do You comfort me

In your arms

The warmth of your breath

The touch of your lips

And your fingers through my hair

Oh, it’s paradise

Her smile

Takes me on a stride

Up the hill

Where the sun shines bright

And the wind blows, soft, caressing her cheeks.

She loves to dance

In the first rain

And the many after that

For, she can’t get enough

Of the smell of the earth, when its damp.

In response to the 1st hourly prompt: “Write a a poem in which the four elements (Earth, Wind, Fire, and Water) play an important part. Contributed by Bhasha Dwivedi.”