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March 9, 2015

Blush. {Poem}

 

It’s the kind of love that makes your hands clammy and your eyelids flicker

The kind of warmth that makes sleeping easy and waking sweet
It’s the smell of corks popping and ovens roasting
It’s the kind of magic that tickles hearts and nose-tips when dreaming
It’s the noise of phone calls, when the waiting becomes sickening and scary
It’s the hand-print on a sofa-cushion as he leans in for the first kiss
The colours soar like summer and autumn burning; it’s that kind of love.

It’s the kind of love where eyes speak within moments of silence
The kind of chill that breaks humidity and sweat
It’s the surface that feels like years and years of woven silk
It’s the kind of cosmic journey when meditation perfects itself
It’s the golden cup of coffee with a layer of frothed milk as the papers arrive
It’s the white shirt creased against his biceps that makes the female eye squint in awe
The labyrinth of stories and teenage tunes unravel; it’s that kind of love.

It’s the kind of love that makes the ocean sound louder
The kind of swirl you wish to be caught under
It’s the feeling of salt drying through your hair; tousled, blonde and free
The kind of peace and lead like snoozing, as the sun laces the nape of your neck
It’s the smell of summer; of crushed berries and honey juice, lotion and sandy grains
The feeling when day meets the night, and you’re soon to be with him
Where shadows walk you home; it’s that kind of love.

It’s the kind of love that encourages fear and self-loathing
The kind which offers you a way out before your heart should break
It’s the worry and wanders; if you deserve and if you’re pretty enough
It’s those mornings where you awake to find no message, no mail
It’s one of those evenings where songs no longer play, and the air feels cluttered again
It’s the feeling where your heart is on leave, and there’s no news of its return
The pain is very real, and the days seem twice as long; it’s that kind of love.

It’s the kind of love where he knocks on your window, where words fall freely and slow
The kind which hands you back hope and harnesses you’re falling
It’s the kind which smiles and assures
It’s the kind that whisks you off without warning or need for clothes
To places where clothes are voided and cheap
It’s the kind of weekend where time has no meaning or place in your humble nest
It’s moments like this where your life leaves the room; it’s that kind of love.

It’s the kind of love that melts enemies and creates heroes
The kind that offers hope like a 1920s film
It’s the voice as you put your key in the door and the butterfly peck greets your cheek
It’s safe and curvaceous; it’s steeped in pure beauty
The kind that makes you dizzy and walk taller, walk prouder

 

Relephant:

I Want a Love. {Poem}

Author: Ally Hensley

Editor: Travis May

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