I’m definitely on a poetry high these days. Here is a beautiful poem by the incredibly creative Jaime Derringer.
If ever a bouquet of flowers were to bloom
from my eyes
And pollinate my lips with exquisite spores
I would die before this day.
Pure blood clots my irises
And, my dear, your hand is all I need.
that I could touch
just once before life swallows you.
Why can’t you return to the firmament
from which you came
and be released like the rain on my tongue
some February I wait for?
Yearn for the days of heavy bodies
only the burden of sleep upon our backs.
like a heartbeat in my ear
it passes warmly by me
like your face lightly on mine.
Hours go by
known only to you and me.
as we abandon February
and enter the garden of spring.