I was on the other side of the fence, my jeans were ripped and the air seemed tense.
I remember feeling like I was on fire as if lava had poured all over me.
I remember you looked just as eager, and your childlike innocence yearned to flee.
The cold metal fence was beneath my fingers as my face came closer.
Your face came closer in a blur and my insides spilled over.
It was fast like time was in a rush so I ran home.
It was now our secret that bubble inside me like foam.
YOU ARE READING
The Bees, The Honey & The Bears
PoetryPOETRY FOR; For the ones bound like the bees, The ones with a soul as everlasting and pure like honey, And the ones with a spirit as determined as a bear.
