To the yellow dress
hanging above the jumbled mess
of neglected overgrowth at the bottom of my closet

To the yellow dress I bought far from home
at the open air market
where I talked with the stand owner in a half language
about the failings of my home country

To the yellow dress that hangs just below my knees
when all the other girls seem to be about shorter skirts
exposing ever more of themselves while I'm closing off

To the yellow dress
i wore with red lipstick to say goodbye to the first boy I cared for

To the yellow dress
i haven't put on since that trip

Please, please remind me
that there was a time that I felt excited, inspired, alive
and that I am going to feel that again
even if right now it feels like my pain has taken over my body

Please, please remind me
That I'm going to be alright

two yellow butterflies
in the sun, entwined,
apart, chasing, diverging,
hovering hypnotic
over the first summer
bloom of the trees,

the wonder that is
travel, paving thy
own path in the air
stream, yet finding
each other,
perennially...

.
Lips, soft as petals, rarefied as undiscovered
Wild orchids.

Hair, threads of gold gathered, woven, mined
From secret caves.

Eyes, that fell from violet skies landing on new
Isles of azure.

Skin, so salmon flecked, subtle, delicate, solas,
Destination.

Your body is buried cask and gilded keeper
Of jewels and flame, whispers, searing cold,
Blue fires untamed—

Lush, fertile wanderings, colourful birds, sweeping
Moon, pools of sorrows and light, trees branching,
Pleasures keen, crushing delights without name.

something lingers in the air
   after you have left

perhaps it's your perfume
   but maybe it's the ***** on your breath

it both consoles me
   and worries me

the fact that your presence
   never leaves

maybe it's symbolic of how
   you never leave my thoughts

you're in the little things i do
   or experience

always on my mind
   you're always there