You are car rides
Across the city,
Windows rolled down;
Both of us drunk in oxygen.
You are crazy sunglasses,
The warm sun
illuminating your face,
Your face aglow with
the light of the universe.
You are the softly sung lyrics
Of all my favorite songs,
The melody my mind
Keeps replaying.
You are the eyes behind the lens,
The beauty you forget to portray
In your photographs.
You are the smell of spring,
The air laden with
The perfume of all
the flowers in the world.
You are warm cups of tea
And feminist t-shirts
And hipster glasses
And old songs
And a million unread books.
Aug 17, 2017
Aug 17, 2017 at 4:51 PM UTC
You are car rides
Across the city,
Windows rolled down;
Both of us drunk in oxygen.
You are crazy sunglasses,
The warm sun
illuminating your face,
Your face aglow with
the light of the universe.
You are the softly sung lyrics
Of all my favorite songs,
The melody my mind
Keeps replaying.
You are the eyes behind the lens,
The beauty you forget to portray
In your photographs.
You are the smell of spring,
The air laden with
The perfume of all
the flowers in the world.
You are warm cups of tea
And feminist t-shirts
And hipster glasses
And old songs
And a million unread books.