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.
your laugh, a bracket of tears, a heart with flutters.
