Only when I meet your heat
Do I realise I’m cold.
But I don’t want your love
I want to be 12 years old
Lying under my window
Breathing in sunshine
A book on my knee
And hair like tangled vines.
I want to hear the birds chitter
Like the crackles of a fire
Whilst my young brain
Lets time heavily pour
With no perception
Of its weighty toll.
I don’t want your loving warmth
I want the heat of a childish summer.
Benjamin Bowers is a full-time student from the North-West of England.
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