Such
dreamy eyes, filled with high school, and mauve pie.
I
love you like yesterday, holding a first glance, nervous
and
coquettish. We want it, right?—a field of orchids, and
traveling
low. I feel you like cuffs, lost for keys, to kiss a
smile.
We lilac a dream, to stream sad music, a gentle
sorrow.
We dwell there, to become a pretzel, to yell for
life.
I shake and fall, a feeling rusty, to hear a chuckle.
We
laugh, rubbing a garnet stone, and painting a dahlia.
I
love you like yesterday, to pull and tease, a welkin pain.
We
felt it early, to spin abuse, to meet like a dream. I
love
you like future, to analyze love, a deep azure. We
sit
in fluids, to puff reefer, and challenge
another round.
I
pour a glass, to feel for warmth, a ten minute run. We
laugh,
fully devout, to tamper sin. Love moves, to strike
for
passion, and there we are. I love you like future, and
nearly
crazy, to be so young. We’re earnest with fever,
found
in spinning words, spilling champagne; and oh
your
laugh, a bracket of tears, a heart with
flutters.
