Posted in Epics, Poetry

You, me and my yellow teeth

When the hot rain washes the traffic cones,
It will be you, me and your pinstripe shirt.
With an urge to kneel on the terrazzo flooring,
It will be you, me and my yellow teeth.

While the woods still bear the fruits of spring,
It will be you, me and your citrus cologne.
With cold sweat staining our glazed bedding,
It will be you, me and my yellow teeth.

Under the april sun and the cottonwood trees,
It will be you, me and your growing melanin.
With feverish bodies wrapped in gingham prints,
It will be you, me and my yellow teeth.

On a summer evening that feels like years,
It will be you, me and your snow blue jeans.
With smiles that feel like softened butter,
It will be just you, me and my yellow teeth.

~Poem 31

tooth.jpg
The only thing constant throughout the season changes
Picture credits: Unknown; Source: We Heart It

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Your average girl.

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