You've heard this before,
but I love the way you kiss me.
The way your lips dance,
to the one-man band in my head.
All cellos, drums, and tubas,
and yes even a tambourine.
I think it's safe to say,
that when you kiss me,
a million fireworks go off,
behind my eyes.
YOU ARE READING
Being Crazy
Poetry"Remind yourself that the most fertile lands were built by the fires of volcanoes"