Love is water running when you're thirsty.
Love feels like sunbeams burning in your tummy.
Snow flakes falling in the summer.
Love is music playing in the toilet.
Love is sharing a full bowl
of sweet popcorn
in this very colourful,
Love is a Sunday mellow flugelhorn.
Salty and sweaty thunderstorm.
Love is this handwritten poem with my perfume.
Love is a bike ride in the rain.
Love is repetition
with no getting tired of the same,
again and again.
Love is a flooding sunset,
every day's bet.
Love is my blood,
thrusting deep into your soul.
Logan J. Parker
April 7 2019