Watermelon, just enough hydration to
get your body, enough sugar
to get your heart, stickiness
to snag your mind,
and I’m just enough rind to still be there
once you dare to take a bite. You’re so
summer, that I keep creeping up,
open roads that could use a little fuel, board
Tag: relationships
Busy These Days
Soft and small and
hard like something that’s
been whittled away to
their inner rock
Daffodil
Black goes with everything except pastels,
but I don’t want a classy sky.
I want pink, yellow, robin’s-egg starlight,
to match how soft it feels—
Requite
Nausea
and vomit
and things I care about
Embrace
Celestial realms so blue, like a river
trickling, and I want to know where you are.
When you see this same sky, do you rush down
into the grass blades and let your mind cut
Glassy-Eyed
You say, Can we go home? And I want to laugh, Honey,
we are home—this love, this respite, refuge, relationship.
This normal of safety, this routine—the place
Soft
I’ll forgive if you’ll forgive,
and I will love if you will love,
and I’ll have grace if you’ll have grace,
and I’ll be soft if—
on again off again first
isn’t there something comforting
about everything we ever wanted,
unsure if the high was betrayed or best conveyed
by the crash—
Misunderstand
I’m tired of passing people the ball
and watching them place it in their court,
hyacinth
hips, heel, shoulder blades, and crown
for the tree bark