He is sweet, surprisingly so, like
A hit of sugar at the bottom of my iced latte,
Like candy floss and cherished childhood
memories and rooftops with friends.
He is soft, he melts in my mouth,
He cuddles and comforts and cushions me,
like a major melody, a tune of happiness.
He is the reason I have smile lines; the reason
my eyes crinkle at the corners when I smile,
He is neon lights and flashing signs and
spinning till you feel free and ugly laughing
without a care in the world and soft distressed
denim and a vaguely familiar aftershave floating in the wind
YOU ARE READING
Rollercoaster Rides and Fairground Fantasies- an anthology
Poetrya poetry anthology about love, obsessions, things i like
