Unconventional Love Poem: Literary Longing



Lauren Kim, Staff Writer

Legs falling asleep.

Tea lukewarm.

Fingers brushing against the soft pages.


The sun kisses my curled up body by the half-open window.

The birds sing a melody to match the story.

The cool breeze makes the pages float,

flap ever so slightly like the wings of a newborn bird about to take flight.


The crack of the spine.

The gentle sound of turning pages.

Becoming, quicker, rapid, swish!


Tears of joy.

Tears of grief.

A smile.

A scream.


If this isn’t love, then what is?