July 25, 2015Balloons
so
You and
Me cannot
Be justified by left
Or right we are only
In mid suspension and
You don’t know if you feel
Like catching me or sticking
Juice stained fingers in the
Air; gesticulating: look, she
Is undulating above the
Trees diaphanous and
Not substantial at
All fly away
Stands of
Hair
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Blue clouds and freckles pink cheeks and summer nights I’ve always wanted to rise (not fall) in love while summer air skims my sticky skin and I wear sundresses so my shoulder blades are bare and your fingers stroke my back as the sun sets and we aren’t so high above anymore; just in our minds.
from 2015 RYPA