"I hate swimming."
Huffs and puffs as you catch your breath.
A shiver runs down your spine and I grin at you - you're cold.
// // //
"I will get it!"
I laugh as you chase the small fish through the water, almost tripping over yourself.
You catch funny looks from mothers with their children.
// // //
"I'll get you!"
My stomach hurts from giggling as I dodge you.
I wipe the saltwater from my eyes and Splash! You've tackled me into the water.
// // //
your eyes.
your exceptionally blue eyes.
YOU ARE READING
Petrichor
Poetry// Petrichor // // 🌏 the pleasant smell of earth after rain💧// Est. 2014 ~ 20.. Copyright LittleAussieDreamer (Alannah Mills) 2020
