How did we meet?
...
Once upon a time,
I used to get drunk
on my porch and listen
to the songs of all the flying creatures.
Then order shitty pizza from around the corner
so I could flirt with the cute delivery lady
with the most fascinating features.
Now, I want your sweat to drip into my pores.
Turning my heart into a chemical
that science can only identify as yours.
A couple of moonlit postcards,
adrift beneath firefly skies.
We only seem to exist to
be each other’s butterflies.
We even have a little mantra,
something cool, something hip.
A relationship is a thread that must never be stripped.
A kiss is a grip that must never slip.
Sex is the one section you must not ever skip.
Love is a ship you must try not to flip.
About the Creator
Kale Ross
Author | Poet | Dog Dad | Nerd
Find my published poetry, and short story books here!
Comments (4)
We only seem to exist to be each other’s butterflies. 💜💜💜
I feel the love beat! Keep doing what you're doing; it's tasty!
wonderful !
I clicked on this title because I found the photo so cute, but your poem was even more wonderful. Beautiful work, Kale.