it was christmas day,
that one the seems to make or break people.
the sun was blinding me awake
and my arms felt very heavy
I opened my eyes and found them weighed down
like a pollen covered bee heading home
and saw that my own flower was pulsing against me.
her hair smelled of spring days and her own sweetness.
as I brushed the wayward strands dancing on my lips away
she stirred and it I felt how one does as an adolescent
peeking down the stairs and seeing santa leaving presents under the tree.