But there is colour and the sourness of beer against the sweetness of breath and her hands are two tulip petals cradling your cheeks and your tongues do not fight they tumble and your mind feels like stepping into a puddle sparkling with a live wire and when it is done and they are all laughing it doesn't matter because she isn't.
YOU ARE READING
eleven months
Poetrya collection of 12 poems about the befores and afters of love. some mature themes. ★ 3RD PLACE POETRY: the annual medley awards 2018 ★
