Until I Met You
as the rain pitter patters down my sill,
I think of our August picnics along the shore-
the days when our nutrients were nourished,
and stardust fell upon our lips as we kissed.
for there is no way to the exit sign when
you're in love-
no hunger that can't be satisfied.
I never knew how thirsty I was,
until you quenched me...
March 8, 2018
Copyright © Lu Loo | Year Posted 2018
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