Love

I suck Coca-Cola through a straw and pluck out an eyelash, a man on telly screams “please watch me, please”

James Alexander Howard. It rolls of the tongue like sweet syrup, Dripping Like the delicate scent of jasmine on a steaming summer night. Frothing and creaming,

Those eyes, a light shade of blue or dark shade of green, depending on what your wearing, those rosey cheeks all ways warm to the touch, lips that always shine and sparkle in the sun,

You are still the light I swim towards even when I tire and long for escape