Love is red of ready-to-eat raspberries
It sounds like a long saxophone solo
It tastes like mint gum that fires up your mouth when you inhale
It smells like the smoke from a blown-out candle
Love feels like tangled sheets, spiralled tight around me.
Hatred is brown of dried soil
It sounds like whispered voices you can't decipher
It tastes like the sandy grit of a chipped tooth, rolling around a surprised mouth
It smells like burnt bread, resting inside the toaster
Hatred feels like cold concrete, treaded and scraped until only a pebble remains.
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I Am Everything
PoetryExcerpt: "I am everything: The autumn winds easing the leaves away from their branches, A baby's smile at daddy's funny face, The tears that seep into the soil at a funeral, A heavy snowfall on Christmas Eve. I am a hug: Offered only during t...
