lipstick smudged in rotten cherry hue
the feelings when i know
you're getting better
bruised the sentences in my hand
hollowed summer hollowed air
why can't you be there.

sometimes I write letters
and get lost in lines of black ants

sometimes I write letters
and blow out a fresh breath of meadow daisies.

sometimes I wonder
how will you read my letters
in silly wisp of smile
or bottle of stars twinkling in your eyes.

will you, will you?

poppy haze coloured my hair
and I smeared a dash of heaven on my lips
blue flushed cheeks    green moss coat.
I'm ready for spring   I think.