Love is in the air.
Little pollen fibres floating with
Drifting dust motes
Small and invisible
Were it not for
Light refracting on a window pane
Socks with a positive charge
Metal doorhandles
My body's whispers for oxygen become shouts;
Suffocation.
Love is in the air.
Mar 14, 2014
Mar 14, 2014 at 11:46 PM UTC
Love is in the air.
Little pollen fibres floating with
Drifting dust motes
Small and invisible
Were it not for
Light refracting on a window pane
Socks with a positive charge
Metal doorhandles
My body's whispers for oxygen become shouts;
Suffocation.
Love is in the air.
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