once upon a time

foxglove princess
twinkle in her step.
baby-blue breath of
change and kept
promises.

feel it

ruby. amber. mint. tangerine. sky. lilac. lavender. honey. snow. berry. rich. deep. golden. sea. leaf. bright. moss. espresso. rose. butter. mellow. light. cream. apple. neon. soft. dirt. peach. sunshine. metallic. midnight. pale. storm. grass. lava. aqua. ice. fresh. blood.

fire

i feel like i've aged a lifetime
always once
never more.
streetbugs take my
night and spit
it out.
"walk with me,
walk with me."
you are my curve.

wouldn't it be nice

steel tulips
butter wasps
jelly pebbles
water leaves
razor kisses
concrete shadows

nonsense

to the moon and back
i went for you,
with a mission for the passion that tasted so new.

heated skies
apple pies
tenderness and
broken pieces.
pick them up and slam them back;
let them
coat your throat.

my sweet surprise,
your metal eyes
have turned my heart to stone.
now i roam
these concrete streets
dreaming for a home.

amber, ruby, golden
sunbeams
light me up but
put me out.
saccharine sunsets are old news
without familiar upsets.

to the moon and back
i've been for you.

playing with fire

seize the sun
let if filter through your
fingertips, sashaying
to the rotten ground below.

those warm sparks of golden life
can give you the world
or burn you senseless,
until you are
unrecognizable
even to your creator.

so if you seize the sun
remember to let it go.

rouge kisses our skin
softly, leaving
no trace
of our former selves.
she melts into orange,
amber, butter yellow.
curves are lost yet celebrated,
worshipped
in this liquid fire.
falsehoods are no more -
all that is
is what we are:
young,
free,
and above all,
------------- rouge.


For Kalin.