poetry & things

The dream of you

Your eyes are blue water

subterranean caves, swimming

you are the sun moving across summer fields

daisies always dancing toward your feet

an uprooted child, replanted

you flourish in earth and sky

dirt black hands in loamy soils

deeply rooted from the core

your salty, sweet red apple lips

are orchard fruits and fields to kiss

your arms hold worlds of weight

they are fragrant flowers, embracing grace

gentle as wings touching still waters

you are rainfall, washing

true as water

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