It is easy to love you.
Like tilting back my head
And letting rain hit my lips,
Like sliding a pencil to music,
Playing god with
empty
parchment,
Precisely in love with
Geometry.
It is easy to love you.
Like tilting back my head
And letting rain hit my lips,
Like sliding a pencil to music,
Playing god with
empty
parchment,
Precisely in love with
Geometry.
A swan, drunk on happpiness
Shrugging off the deluge,
To wrap my bare arms around
Your neck,
my steadfast philosopher.