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Peach Tea
Between Spiderman kisses I told you
That you smelled like peach tea
We had a tea party and sipped out of sunflowers
Never before had I felt so safe
When you kissed me like you did
Teeth and nails gliding down the nape of my neck
My hair balled in your fist
I felt the skin of your back, your panting breath
I didn't think of peach tea
But I knew it would never be the same
When you held me in your arms afterwards
We talked of dying and how sad it would be
To know that nothing was there once you were gone
I smelled peaches and your shampoo
When you held my arm, tracing hearts into freckles
I told you my mother said that freckles were angel kisses but,
I never understood because we never believed in angels
I felt your grip tighten
I held your hand
As your mother asked if I was safe
I cracked a joke and smiled
To make sure you don't worry about me
And when we kissed goodbye
You tasted like tea
And I felt whole again
When I sit alone in a bed too big for one person
And a room too small to occupy all my thoughts
I smell the aroma
Drifting from my mug of warm peach tea
And even though it wasn't in a sunflower
I felt a little less lonely
That you smelled like peach tea
We had a tea party and sipped out of sunflowers
Never before had I felt so safe
When you kissed me like you did
Teeth and nails gliding down the nape of my neck
My hair balled in your fist
I felt the skin of your back, your panting breath
I didn't think of peach tea
But I knew it would never be the same
When you held me in your arms afterwards
We talked of dying and how sad it would be
To know that nothing was there once you were gone
I smelled peaches and your shampoo
When you held my arm, tracing hearts into freckles
I told you my mother said that freckles were angel kisses but,
I never understood because we never believed in angels
I felt your grip tighten
I held your hand
As your mother asked if I was safe
I cracked a joke and smiled
To make sure you don't worry about me
And when we kissed goodbye
You tasted like tea
And I felt whole again
When I sit alone in a bed too big for one person
And a room too small to occupy all my thoughts
I smell the aroma
Drifting from my mug of warm peach tea
And even though it wasn't in a sunflower
I felt a little less lonely
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