maybe it was
summer in bloom
tangling itself
through your
tan lines
like ivy or lace.
or maybe it was the way
each delicate strand
of your hair
caught a tiny piece
of sunlight
and held it
like a breath.
or maybe even the way your hands
made books of prayer
that opened to release
a storm of butterflies
like little
winged
wishes
--but i dripped off the pages
and spilled into your arms,
an inkblot bleeding through to your
heart
Author notes
it ends short. my bad i'll fix it
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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it is beautiful. i love you use or words and how they paint a picture in my mind.
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i love the end.
the imagery is breath-shortening.
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I love this one..i really do!!!
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it is so good. MOST GOOD i believe! this is a fantastic write. I am so glad to be here and read works like this one....its just so fantastic...i seriously think you should get it published..you sound like a shakespeare...but in your own unique way. Impressive...and...im speechless...wonderful write my friend...regards!




