lover
the sun was beating through the cracks in the branches, and my body was dripping with sweat from the short walk.
i shivered as i found damp shade under the trees and stopped and listened.
the leaves were rustling and the bees were humming.
the heat rose and the bees hummed.
i was in love.
👁 2💬 0
Something wrong with this poem?
Replies are closed for this poem.
Your Poem's Voice
See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.
Comments (0)
No comments yet. Be the first to share your thoughts.
Log in to leave a comment.