Somehow I thought of you,
out of the many fragments,
the bits and pieces,
the memories,
you're afresh in my mind,
you know.
An hour ago,
lying on your chest,
groaning at curfew,
tickles and whispered words,
lugging the converse on reluctant heels,
twisted wrists,
stolen kisses at stoplights.
You're sweet,
could I eat you up,
not in the way you think-
could I be your cookie monster,
take them all away,
save the moments for keeping,
when they begin to -
c r u m b l e .
YOU ARE READING
philophobia
Poetryit isn't always as it seems. first breaths of love, first breaks of hearts, first year. October 2013 - May 2015
