Pastoral sequins.

Is it the butterflies? I still don't mind, the way your minscule mind is hiding behind my ear. You are stroking my hair. I do not mind, sunshine, the way the fibres press my chest and i say hello, because sometimes the light whispers your name, colloquialism , it's all sunshine.

I tell you, i do not mind the fox in our garden, because it is easy,

to not detail the muscles
hiding in the bread  when you are
next to me in this aviary of rain. It is simply cursive in swirls,
when you are next to me;
 face down, daffodil in teeth,
i am seeing you again, sunshine. And this time, the teeth of a window do not touch me, nor does the wind tear me like a love letter,

because it is easy when you touch my cheek and I do not pretend this one is not mine, twist my mind, no , mine is alive. Swimming in my heart as a new name, a untouched smile, and my limbs, are finally claimed.

Author's Note

something special for someone that is working so hard for our and his future. its a little sense of an "okay, im giving you a part of my heart in words", because thats what poets do, unless you're into wolves and vampires. or maybe you really are part of some twilight cult. no i lied, im doing it because i love him and i want everyone to know how he makes me feel- so loved and proud. maybe you know who he is, if you do, give him a hug and tell him you believe in him. because i know i do xx


if you actually read that, apologies for being so soppy. but love is so fucking easy, i just want everyone to see that.

Reviews

[Collect-Eye]

as graceful as anything I've ever read...exquisite!
amazing Safrina