They say that love is a drug
and so I wish the whole world could get high
on stunning horizons,
and jiving,
and the way their bodies entwine in the darkness.
They say that love is a drug
and so I wish the whole world could just smoke
thoughts swathed in kindness,
pretty words,
and the way she buries them like treasure in her tender heart.
They say that love is a drug
and so I wish the whole world could get high
on spectacular sunsets
and passion,
and the way his soul alights when she smiles.
They say that love is a drug
and so I wish the whole world could swallow
unexpected kisses,
and courage,
and the way that latte warms her hands in the depths of winter.
They say that love is a drug
and so I wish the whole world could get high
on scatterings of stars,
and laughing,
and the way her fluid fingertips dance across his skin.
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Thanks so much for reading. I'd love to hear your thoughts. Don't forget to leave a link to some of your own writing; I'm always on the look out for more reading material.