Monday, June 10, 2024

Your blushing buds burst for
my deep inhale, accepting delicacy,
your satin lashes soft against
my nose-tip, fingers gingerly avoiding
your thorns — we’re here together,
now. Yet through our tangled roots,
we reach back with pasts clasped,
hand-in-hand, eyes wide held by the
sun’s arc into darkness. Tomorrow,
we shape each other for; comfort,
we grace each other with; ease,
we know we share.