Smells like the rain

Cherry

By careyssej

Wed, 08 Jul 2015
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8 comments
 

When I love you

it smells like the rain

hitting a hot pavement

in May.

It hurts

not like

caterpillars breaking their toes

but because I can't

stroke it,

frame it

or lock it in a box marked 'keep forever'.

I can't serve it with mashed potato or ice-cream

or pick it up with my feet,

bring it out in the evenings and

throw it over my knees to keep warm.

I can't dance it through fields

and wonder at it

through binoculars.

Or kiss it softly

in the place where it counts.

It's just there,

becomes everywhere.

Sometimes it makes me feel sick.

Certificate PG
Poem
Poems
Love

Comments

Submitted by london_calling79 on

Enjoyed this. Love in all its banality, ugliness and wonder.

 

Submitted by Deliberately Ev... on

I understand this feeling - good expression of it

The beat of your heart is the mellifluent rhythm to my soul.

Submitted by Bee on

Oh my goodness, I love this so much. Such original and endearing terms and description. Also loved the continuation. Delightful!

Bee

Submitted by Bee on

Just read it again and loved it even more.

Bee

Submitted by Bee on

...and more.

Bee

Submitted by Philip Sidney on

This is lovely!

Submitted by scratch on

You never know what's going to turn up but I,m glad this did.  It's grown on me a lot since I first read it - that's always a good sign.  Congratulations on the cherry pick too.

 

Submitted by quiff on

thank you for all your lovely comments. I have tried turning this into a song as well but might stick with poetry for now!