scented seasons

in venus blood i am ruled

with an abundance of barriers

and plump moon rituals.

i lower my head and

turn to the fire while

we turn into ashes.

we snipped our summer with

rusted hope and forgetful callas,

all while lucidity kicked our

insomniac torso.

i am your mother

before i am this

word.

child in me

leaves crunching between

my feverish teeth and eclipsed

toes; too far to earth. 

lavender trees and this room keeps

getting smaller with pouring 

potency. i have spilled rainbows over

her lashes only to find my own

dry intuition blinded by stagnant 

opal forests. but, where she ends and i begin

and we will this.

i will break this branded bandage and 

let our clear skin heal...

slow,

pink and steady.

a leopard laughed and our

smile finally ran free.