you called my lips
as intoxicating as acid
and i called yours
the foundation of my life itself,
my base,
maybe that's why when they collided,
i had water streaming over my face.
YOU ARE READING
the science of love
Poesía( originally whispers of an unloved) you seek love in the nooks of old textbooks in dusty libraries and controversial texts, yet I romanticise science, and seek the parallels in language and life chasing love in the lines between chemical equations...
