He speaks to me in drizzle-
soothing and unexpected
fingers graze against skin, sun flower petals
fall from his lips and I wonder
if he tastes the sun
Words pour into the air, drowning me in soil
This is where flowers grow-
nails split skin into valleys
breath brushes scarred thighs
watch stems intertwine
collect themselves in clusters
until flowers bloom beneath his gaze
Watch my palms bleed red rose petals
My hands have waited Winters for you-
YOU ARE READING
Transcendence
PoetryI never thought to know what Transcendent meant until I met you. And you, my love, are my favorite definition.
