xvi. THE LEFT SIDE OF THE PETALS.
he drew sunflowers
on his friends thighs
as their skin
soaked up the afternoon sun
the one boy in a red baseball cap looked at the artist
watching every small mark of the pen
and how his curls pressed to his forehead almost perfectly with the small sight of sweat
he took his finger
and placed it under the boys chin
raising it to look into the eyes
that held autumn in the summer
and he whispered,
god, i think i'm falling for you.
for only the boy to reply,
why stop now?
YOU ARE READING
on this day.
Poésiexvii, april. (ii). these words speak louder than i ever will. © playlist poetry h.r. : #55
