Read Love Poems


by Hannah Lizette

As she glided chatoyant
lines across her eyelids,
he counted the spaces
between each freckle
tattooed on her bare shoulder.

Chanel fondled the air
and he foresaw that
once the final bite of
the last course caressed
her rhubarb lips,

he would travel across
goosebumps along her
ivory terrain and read like
the blind until they welcomed
the sunrise with a
goodnight kiss.