How It Starts
It starts by dimming the lights,
breathing picks up pace,
his body holds me tight,
while hands caress my face.
Breathing picks up pace.
Sweat trickles my brow,
while hands caress my face.
Silence, except the cat’s meow.
Sweat trickles my brow.
Our chemistry ignites.
Silence, except the cat’s meow
each and every night.
Our chemistry ignites;
it starts by dimming the light.
Each and every night
his body holds me tight.
I love the structuring pattern of this poem. Really lovely. 🙂
I like the lines you decided to repeat! They were good ones to use. The poem has a good flow to it and really works well. I wish you luck as you continue writing for the marathon!