catch your breath
on cherry tree air
and
then
swallow rose bush thorns
bright as a flame
so much
like a
sinking paper boat
inside your eyes,
like seeing you
inhale the brightest sky,
the way you
catch your breath
on cherry tree air,
makes me smile
and
spin sweet words
on spider silk,
beginning
the
whisper
that:
"you are my one and only
because you,
are you."
breathe in the cherry tree air.
because someone, somewhere, loves you.