This Thing..I Think It's Called Love..? - Poem by Xixi Cape
Like butter sizzling on a hot skillet.
Like rain in February.
Like roses in the freezer.
Like swimsuits on a Saturday.
Like a sunset at 4.
Like cake the day after its been been cut.
Like my alarm clock at 6.
Like a cold shower after a hot one.
Like chocolate soy milk.
Like spinning in a hula-hoop.
Like a lizards mating call.
Like a fitted dress.
Like the streetlight outside my window.
Like coconut perfume.
Like listening to a fan in a quiet room.
Like singing well.
Like loving unrequited.
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