I found you in the shade. You were a crescent of light emerging from dead leaves, gutted fruits.
Cheeks blushed like peaches from before. Your eyes flourishing with ideas, resting in a garden of no more.
I sit before you and think, letting your eyes feed me. We sit in complete silence like two flowers in a patch of ecstatic soil. I think, think how one pushes through soft flesh to reach the hard and indomitable core. Water slides by in a brook & we sit.
Contemplating lives, loved ones and futures. We swim in the soil and get dirt in our hair. There is no tradition in our relation. Birds sing, but don't interfere.
I wouldn't wash the dirt from my hair, turning my head to mud; nor comb the rocks and twigs from it. Nope. Somewhere (someone suggests...) is a great magnet to which all things are drawn. And what with gravity, physical laws, et al., we spin around it as we approach. Like the Maypole or a carnival ride that stops in town, for a few. sweet. moments.
Cheeks blushed like peaches from before. Your eyes flourishing with ideas, resting in a garden of no more.
I sit before you and think, letting your eyes feed me. We sit in complete silence like two flowers in a patch of ecstatic soil. I think, think how one pushes through soft flesh to reach the hard and indomitable core. Water slides by in a brook & we sit.
Contemplating lives, loved ones and futures. We swim in the soil and get dirt in our hair. There is no tradition in our relation. Birds sing, but don't interfere.
I wouldn't wash the dirt from my hair, turning my head to mud; nor comb the rocks and twigs from it. Nope. Somewhere (someone suggests...) is a great magnet to which all things are drawn. And what with gravity, physical laws, et al., we spin around it as we approach. Like the Maypole or a carnival ride that stops in town, for a few. sweet. moments.
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