A Crush.

Fresh like peppermint

Sweet like a honey

to my tea

Don’t you wince for a minute

Eyes met, hearts trembling

Standing here, seeing you

in this fizzy rain, i’m imagining,

spiraling ideas

Insensitive to fear, it all appears

like a syrup drizzle.

Don’t you ever wonder?

What I think of you?

‘Cause time passes

Faster than a warm breath

, a second in December’s morning

Sugary peaches and cherry tops

We are much more

So baby, don’t you see?

Might I be a little

too in love with you?


© Jidapa Chang-in

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