I'm a bath bomb
you won't dissolve
because you're afraid my true colors
will darken the water.
I'm a bath bomb
you won't drop
because you fear
I'll self destruct with my head
underwater.
I'm the bath bomb,
the only one you'll hold in your hand,
because you know
I'll never explode.
I'm a bomb
you cherish
because you see
the world is out to fix me.
I'm a bath bomb
you let pigment your skin, wash over you
like liquid fire
because it's the only way we can be close
without the burn.
See, I'm the bath bomb
and you're the boy I'd drown for.
YOU ARE READING
As The Sun Falls
PoetrySo do I. A series of poems that transcend as far as the universe and all it's stars to the bottom of the ocean where every breath is held preciously.
