What's Everyone Thinking

Metaphors

I could reach inside 

those Golden Snitch 

eyes of yours and 

unravel all of the 

secrets that the 

little blondie 

Ravenclaw hides 

behind flushed pink 

skin and a smile that

doesn't know everything 

but is pretty good at 

pretending he does. 

Amber sunbursts that 

speckle a sunsetting horizon 

on a beach with glittering 

sand. 

Being with you 

is like floating on 

your back in a pool: 

hoping you don't drown, 

with the sun beaming down 

on your face and there is water 

in your ears and for a moment 

the world is quiet and peaceful. 

I move my hands through 

the water, letting it seep 

between my fingers, 

my breath coming slow 

and easy. 

It's never been this 

easy to breathe in 

my life. 

You take my breath 

away but you also 

make sure to give 

it right back to 

me after you're 

done playing with it.