She is the sugar in my veins,
and the salt in my wounds.
She is always the bullseye
to all of my bad ideas.
She is addicted to espresso from Mexico,
Frank Sinatra classics, and antique radios.
She makes my heart sizzle, like a hot skillet
doused in bacon grease drizzle.
I chased her tangerine curls through apple cider corn mazes,
watermelon swamplands, and blueberry rainforests.
Only to find her easting strawberries fermented in
maple syrup mead in Vermont with Maine tourists.
She is like the last slice of pizza,
the first shot of tequila, and a
cocaine-rimmed margarita.
She is the Polaroid I stashed inside
of an old wine bottle, and gave to the sea ...
the same damn bottle the moon
continues to return to me.
About the Creator
Kale Ross
Author | Poet | Dog Dad | Nerd
Find my published poetry, and short story books here!
Comments (3)
What a creatively, beautiful poem!
Oooo, this was so amazing! Loved your poem!
Nice 🤍💙🖤