Lying under the plum tree
Buds, ripening like dew in April air
You make plum trees blossom
In the dead of winter
Vigor and bronze.

Apricots on my nightstand
Sun invading my sage linen sheets
My naked body, bare
Hands, against my olive skin
Rest your head on my shoulder
My promenade collarbones
Evoke in my femininity.

Now, you leave me
Broken under the blazing sun,
Feverish eyes and dilated pupils
You are,
Pit of the plum.
Fetal.

The best things come out of the red.
Blue.
Like your eyes

I’m going to Florence Italy,
You tell me it takes a special kind of woman-

How was your life
I will spend most of mine,
In my shallow skin, and
depths of my mind.

Hating that I left

Hello again-

He probably knows her best.
Touching her skin, while stripping freedom from her bones.
Against every will.
Whiskey under his breath, with a different type of confidence now.

Lines become blurry, when women have to experience ****** assault,
Rather than learn what it looks like in a classroom,
before, unwanted exploration becomes an honor to be touched by you.

Light does not shine through, an education system, where women conflate **** and miscommunication.

Except.
Boys will be boys,

For all becomes stripped from liberty and justice,
Prove your crime,
Against a society who believes **** must be forced
Girls will be girls, becomes a movement to restore
Their American right, Justice.

Invisible,
Against every will,

Her stepfather.

Cinnamon tea and orange peels,
Aroma of citrus and spice fill the kitchen,
Deutsch cinnamon to be exact
Less delicate, deeper sweetness

Quills of cinnamon, steep into my teacup
A spike of apple moonshine,
Coating my throat with warmth

You would say
As kids, I remember my dad giving us whiskey when we were sick.

College,
Yesterdays, bottles of brandy
Today’s tomcat
Cinnamon tea, garnished with an orange peel
Soothing as honey,

I miss you.

Elderflower drinks
Subtle pear, with a hint of *****.

Soft footsteps,
Joints of the floorboards rub together, under
emerald, green rugs
Ornate.

Roasted garlic, caramelized
Bulbs, once pungent and sharp
A recipe for failed relationships.
Become mellow and buttery

Flowers as centerpieces
Tulips emblematic of spring
Rebirth

Licking the sugar off the rim,
As the ***** catches up to me,

I’m sorry I missed your Birthday.

He said, you are so beautiful
I never wanted to kiss someone more
Those words wrap around me like English ivy
Piercing through the cracks in my worth

Engrossed in the soft freckles on your nose
Kisses from angels
Protection from all else.

I don't want to fall in love again