Eight Month Romance
Jennifer Townsend
Love seeps in, both languid and elaborate,
making my anxiety shine,
my simple language stop.
It is bright like rain,
is beauth and life.
It tells me a story, and
makes whispers sing.
When our time comes,
(love laying down)
leave me, please, with reason.
Reason doesn't seep.
It takes me quickly,
and forgetsd to be sublime.
It leaves me in wintertime,
craving truth, needing honest quiet.
Should romance take you soon, make me still.
Remind me that I need water.
I always dream the sea.