Burning in

I will always remember you
with golden eyes
swimming in mine,

the way in which
you shake your head
to get your locks
out of your face,

the bite mark that your teeth
leaves loving on my neck
and how with this little act
you mark your terrain off,

but mostly you will be
in my thoughts
when we are apart from each other
and then without you
I will remember all the beautiful things
that is now burning in to my memories.

poem by Gert Strydom
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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