(Art by moi)
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"You, the Queen of May,
Will soon arrive."
- Sagawa Chika, "Spring"
Spring is the season I catch in your eyes,
Scattering themselves where I can see them everywhere.
Nighttime finds me alone, and nighttime finds you alone, too.
Extend your olive branches to me; I long to learn them,
And all your secret empathies (I long to water them out of their parchedness).
From a shy woman to a shy woman, must we be so quiet forever?
Between us there are hidden sanskrists of Sapphism, I think.
Soon all you'll have to do is tell me, tell me, then oh,
Will we be friends, yes, very much so...friends.
YOU ARE READING
SUNSHOWERS
Non-FictionA book of poetry. A book of tears. A book of blood and sweat, too. A book to hold me. Will you let it hold me?
