tuscan summers,
wearing paisley and plaid,
barefoot amongst the wildflowers.
i would wear my wedding gown
in the backyard,
with our babies growing up on the front porch.
we had free range
underneath northern, starry skies--
taking trips to the mountains.
my books would be stacked
against the ivy
that crawled up the walls.
slow mornings,
crawling like molasses
out of the rickety screen door.
i would give up modernity
just to melt in the snow,
growing like weeds through
the cracks of your bone marrow.
Oct 30, 2018
Oct 30, 2018 at 8:54 PM UTC
tuscan summers,
wearing paisley and plaid,
barefoot amongst the wildflowers.
i would wear my wedding gown
in the backyard,
with our babies growing up on the front porch.
we had free range
underneath northern, starry skies--
taking trips to the mountains.
my books would be stacked
against the ivy
that crawled up the walls.
slow mornings,
crawling like molasses
out of the rickety screen door.
i would give up modernity
just to melt in the snow,
growing like weeds through
the cracks of your bone marrow.
