Love is

Description. Sincerity. Sarcasm.

Love is

being by the frigid sea
and the day
is burning your skin
freckles growing and bursting
rolling down your face
and the waves
they roll up your shins
to climb way over your head
and your skin, it burns
and freezes
to mould together
to create something brand new
and it’s blistering
and it’s new
and it makes your heart beat faster

And then your senses cool
normalising,
dulling
and your skin numbs
and the waves no longer
sting your face with salt
the wind slows
and drifts and calms
blue shades of grey

And then,
it’s just you,
with your feet
in a paddling pool.

Author's Note

Please review and tell me what you think, what I could do to improve.

Reviews

[johnnywallman]

think i got it, and if i did i liked it, and if i didn't, it doesn't matter because i think i got it, and i liked it.

[silverlocket]

Ahaha thank you, that's very kind

[Gee]

Being as thick as the proverbial brick this went sailing straight over my head. I think you need a far better, brighter mind than mine to review your poem.......sorry

[silverlocket]

No! It is a bit vague, think I need to remember to reword and that not everyone lives inside my head lol