aren't we all just
super-duper cute creatures
how it's cute how little blobs of ocean comes out of our eyes
how we create pictures, just with our tiny fingers and some weird-shaped wood thingy
how we smoke green leaves and little clouds come out of those soft lips, oh those soft lips
how we curl up together, our layers of skin touch each other, and get a smile on our lips as this creatures' soft lips tell us sweet poems
as their soft, pink lips suddenly touch each other, together with a light electric shock of thunder
how we names things we love
i name you
my girlfriend, may i?
YOU ARE READING
Poppyseed
شِعر"Do you know how actually you are a flower? In the middle of its blooming?"
