My body aches for Spring winds, Their tips curled with cotton embers, Holding just enough of a spark To thaw the azure April sky. I love watching that air jitter, The crystals of swirling snow Pacified into sleepy puffs Of sailing Dandelion clocks. My once bloated, spiked steps That would crunch and crack And crumble … Continue reading “My heart feels like it’s swallowed up in Autumn, even as the first storm of spring is right outside my window.”
“And if it’s meant to end, let it end as it began, with a love so hot it burned our hands.”
Coiled by the allure of more, You let his lips steal smiles against your skin. They seek out your every delicacy, Determined to ignite your kindling All at once, in a burst as bright As the blink that is our universe.