Next to me,
Beneath the sheets,
The warmth of your body,
But it’s just a dream.
Rob JosephÂ
Free Verse Poetry
Next to me,
Beneath the sheets,
The warmth of your body,
But it’s just a dream.
I found a conker today,
A deep rustic brown,
The sunlight was shining on it,
And my thoughts of Autumn are plenty.
It seems that a glass or two of red wine, is good for the poet in me
