fingerpainted
emotions withered
down
with our distant tears.
i
can plant a tree in your soul
if
you let me. i can water
it
with see-through intuition
and
punctuation can be its’ redemption.
we
can flavor the grassy clouds
with
morning kneeling and disturb
the
indigo skyline with our caged eyes.
you
can try all you may;
these
words will never
come
in your first inhale.
wooden
excitement and stubborn
stairs
collide into each grain of
mint
leaves untaken; i prefer
us
unprepared with nothing
but
skin and nails.
