You are the sunshine
That pours into my car
In mid July
I have always savored
Your feverish embrace
That swaddles my
Anemic bones
And while I sometimes
Catch myself getting burned
By my steering wheel
I would rather kiss
The hot asphalt
Than return to someone
Who feels like January rain
Oct 27, 2021
Oct 27, 2021 at 12:42 AM UTC
You are the sunshine
That pours into my car
In mid July
I have always savored
Your feverish embrace
That swaddles my
Anemic bones
And while I sometimes
Catch myself getting burned
By my steering wheel
I would rather kiss
The hot asphalt
Than return to someone
Who feels like January rain