you are the sweetness of the heat
as the sun beats its breath
on cold pavement
the wind picks up your hair
you a twister of feeling
the gentle seething of being
a heart made of pure love
unadulterated by the cold outside
your fire for eyes
soft caramel in a sweeping cocoon
oh how i wish to be
the air between your spark
we're hundred of miles away
but only for today
you are forever in me
and i love every moment that you are
if i had a flower
for every time you crossed my mind
only one, or infinity
you've always been there
YOU ARE READING
if not human
Poetrythe anthology of emotion, the passing of life, the epilogue of pure, unfiltered regret this is "if not human" poems, prose and stories from the dark
