la la la la
is this what love feels like
or what I want it
to feel like when it comes
slam-bamming in
the snigger on the stairs
first saxophone note
my throat
knows the right words
speak
of succulent fruits
count the seconds
it takes
for our fingers to crumple
in warm baths
look
toothbrushes together
own side of the bed
I have a side
where I sleep
in the madness of you
la la la la
I can’t sing
but I must have swallowed a pill
or a bucketful
of elation
look at me go ha ha
does it crunch as an apple
is it flat pack furniture
cup of coffee
in the same café
steam to sip sip sip
my temperature spiking
blood thunderstorm
in my ears
coloured hair
new language
list of I’m becomings
you’re becomings
oh darling
not pumpkin never pumpkin
lyrically I’m losing it
love like this
or not at all my love
maybe a shelf
without books
maybe a house we paint
or a song
how it starts
Sep 21, 2017
Sep 21, 2017 at 7:06 PM UTC
la la la la
is this what love feels like
or what I want it
to feel like when it comes
slam-bamming in
the snigger on the stairs
first saxophone note
my throat
knows the right words
speak
of succulent fruits
count the seconds
it takes
for our fingers to crumple
in warm baths
look
toothbrushes together
own side of the bed
I have a side
where I sleep
in the madness of you
la la la la
I can’t sing
but I must have swallowed a pill
or a bucketful
of elation
look at me go ha ha
does it crunch as an apple
is it flat pack furniture
cup of coffee
in the same café
steam to sip sip sip
my temperature spiking
blood thunderstorm
in my ears
coloured hair
new language
list of I’m becomings
you’re becomings
oh darling
not pumpkin never pumpkin
lyrically I’m losing it
love like this
or not at all my love
maybe a shelf
without books
maybe a house we paint
or a song
how it starts
Written: September 2017.
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