Now you are falling in love
and you don’t like it.
I can’t stare infinity in your eyes when we wait for the pot of rice to trnt nt ti
It feels like I’m falling out my space shuttle into a silver star without my oxygen tank.
So I breathe. Then look away from the meek love spiralling out your beautiful brown irises
I don’t like breathless falling.
Especially into black holes.
Stab the bastard right in the eyes.
U in Holiday is a short collection of riveting love notes and erotic stories I’ll be publishing this week.
I’m delighted to share this with you Gems. Comment below your thoughts on the excerpt above.