garnet

A Poem by Leigh Kenna

thin fingers strumming lucid chords like pale hands plucking garnet roses tasting winter
dreams and quiet hues little moments in ethereal repose our quiet nostalgic nights together
spent musing about flowers and alternate universes i breathe you in like cold air and oxygen
our screens light our dark little rooms deep blue you sing me to sleep from across the universe
little mountains and sleepy cities knotted veins like violet and azure roadmaps marked with ink