i should never have trusted anyone with the shade
when every dandelion demands the sun
but if i held you under my chin like a buttercup
would you be reflected in my neck?
you're already apparent there in bruising hydrangeas
and in gasping baby's breath that thrive below promontories
and the marigolds in my irises
that burst into bloom
to trade a little life for a little death.
Jan 15, 2014
Jan 15, 2014 at 12:52 PM UTC
i should never have trusted anyone with the shade
when every dandelion demands the sun
but if i held you under my chin like a buttercup
would you be reflected in my neck?
you're already apparent there in bruising hydrangeas
and in gasping baby's breath that thrive below promontories
and the marigolds in my irises
that burst into bloom
to trade a little life for a little death.
