Apricots suck

Brush the sky in your arms,

air brush the phase and take the clouds in

soft

wet embrace

not streaming or steaming

I've seen them there on your face

now say it loud

screaming to heavens up there

[I suck]

face it

be proud

doubt

less 

I'm ok with it

You have to be

self full

like Sylfaen

brimming with potential