filled with deep red
seasons; we are
our own rhythm
counterparts melted
gloss and a plantain
naked in the moons
waning light.
awakened by
our dreams;
a forever thorn has
severed my magic and
delivered our sore
limbs in each others arms.
i asked you to carry me
but instead
you walk beside me
awake.
and i,
cross legged under
her dreaming.
