transitions
Mar 6, 2021
i harbored thoughts of you
for months.
they surfaced gently, golden apples bobbing in the lukewarm waters of my
lucid dreams
when i kiss you i taste the thawing of
bleeding hearts,
Queen Anne’s lace,
bees hugging the howls of the valley breezes —
i am quick to catch fire,
like forbidden books.
i walk on the sunny side anyway.