A.M Thoughts

Seasons

I wanna tell you about a love so old and so generous.
It's eerily calm like in a horror movie before the killer appears. It smells just like freshly cut grass on Sunday morning before church.

My lover; he warms me like red wine. His presence ever dizzying and plain consuming.

I look into his eyes...
They are a beautiful hazel color , I can't help but stare for too long sometimes. I'm afraid that beyond the warmth, there is smoldering lava which could be interpreted as rage. And after that he's cold and numb.

Oh how it would shatter me to find an avalanche on a summer morning.

He is every season to be experienced,
Everyday
Every moment and
Forever.

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