She said my eyes were like stars that day We'd been kissed by a flurry of leaves - Autumn in the forest. She said my mouth was so wide I could've caught flies in it. "Isn't the forest beautiful?" She'd asked on gentle breath. "Yeah," I said, "I ******* love trees."
I wrote this poem after a few drinks. Itβs absolutely awful and far too flowery even by my standards, but my poetry lecturer said itβs a humorously subversive and ironic piece. Maybe I should drink more often.