My love for you
doesn't hurt like fire,
or acid in veins,
or like bleeding out from
some sort of
romantic gunshot wound.
My love for you is slow,
like shag carpet between toes,
like the twinge of peppermint menthol
on our lips.
My love for you lingers and churns,
thick,
tiptoeing along the bottom
of a swimming pool.
YOU ARE READING
Poems from July
PoetryI wrote a poem every day in July of 2017!! Not all of them are published here but this was the idea behind my writing 12 books in 2018!
