creator's close
and open, blossoming
each petal chose
enclosed
a glistening cathedral expose
the red repose
i dream of the rose

in my subconscious
i wish i could destroy

while lights flashed around her
she was happy in every broken way

destroy me
with your blue petrichor
seep into my eyes
like rain water
thundering hot from above
and your kisses
baptize in cerulean
my bruised lips
soaked from salty ecstasy
I drown
In your anguished blue

it felt like thousands
of red blizzards
were fighting in my throat
and you had replaced my eyes
with ice cubes.

do you think we could
sit in the dewy grass
on your mothers knitted blanket
like we did three
summers ago
with coffee on our tastebuds
and ice between our teeth
because
i would like to have taken a picture
of you in that green shirt
against the blue
of the sky