Observations on Infatuation

By Emily B

Sweetest honey kisses,

Cotton pulled touches,

Glittering tufts of lemon grass,

And raggedy breathes of air.

Dreams of deeping burgundy skies,

An angels ride,

to mysterious places.

People will gingerly sip, love’s bitter tea,

Until their stomach warms,

And their swallowtails inside,

Swim and swirl.

Rambunctious tussles,

Lovely and shy,

A kiss will hang to a cheek,

And bleed and seep, deep into skin.

Ruffled hair becomes a love blight.

Pink hues infecting faces,

Sickness, but in a gift of picked berries.

Yet so tenderly,

Fond and sugarly,

I bare spring's sweet petals,

That dance to my chest.

I rise and fall with blooming trees,

Groaning and sighing with creaking oaks,

Bending in the wind.

And to love,

I look above,

Far up above.

Too see the stars twinkling in daylight.