I stand on our mountain, and make offerings to her.
I find the warmest of stones, and build tiny glass kingdoms
I bury the sweetest of apricots, and grow tiny red arboretums
And then
She comes
Under a pink noon
Smelling of sweet
Tangerines
Releasing
Belly laughs
Into the valley below
She nestles on my shoulder
And raises my arm
Pointing above to distant stars
Absorbed in those green engulfing stones
I find myself on a surf
her gaze lifting my body into the air
She clutches me close
And spells out some fears
I tell her it took
Courage to finally get here
My hand on her cheek
As the cover of night approaches
Her body begins to phase
Holding her until she disappears gently
into my heart
Jan 18, 2021
Jan 18, 2021 at 11:18 PM UTC
I stand on our mountain, and make offerings to her.
I find the warmest of stones, and build tiny glass kingdoms
I bury the sweetest of apricots, and grow tiny red arboretums
And then
She comes
Under a pink noon
Smelling of sweet
Tangerines
Releasing
Belly laughs
Into the valley below
She nestles on my shoulder
And raises my arm
Pointing above to distant stars
Absorbed in those green engulfing stones
I find myself on a surf
her gaze lifting my body into the air
She clutches me close
And spells out some fears
I tell her it took
Courage to finally get here
My hand on her cheek
As the cover of night approaches
Her body begins to phase
Holding her until she disappears gently
into my heart
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