sometime between
the morning sun
and afternoon air
we would sit between
the two trees
in my front yard
the white picket fence
shadowing our faces
while you braided my hair
for each twist of honey colored hair
you would whisper
carefully building the foundation of my youth
tucked between flowers
and lullabies
it was always accessible
until your words would form
a different melody
of sweet plaited kisses
deep inside the strands
that made the summer
seem as long as the braid
swimming down my back
Apr 8, 2012
Apr 8, 2012 at 2:08 AM UTC
sometime between
the morning sun
and afternoon air
we would sit between
the two trees
in my front yard
the white picket fence
shadowing our faces
while you braided my hair
for each twist of honey colored hair
you would whisper
carefully building the foundation of my youth
tucked between flowers
and lullabies
it was always accessible
until your words would form
a different melody
of sweet plaited kisses
deep inside the strands
that made the summer
seem as long as the braid
swimming down my back
