By Hazel Smith, TIWP Student

gasp around locked lips
changes in relationships 

call each other best friends
hold on baby this can’t end

but we can’t sit alone in private places
coffee shop stained by dark blue kisses

difficult conversations broken up by laughter
after the storm it’s fine, after, after

hearts in a home together
brace for the roughest weather

brush of hot fingertips
you’ve got my heart in a total eclipse 

hear your smile in your words
eyes are meeting, lines are blurred

spin me around again now spin me faster
after the storm it’s fine, after, after