Wind me up
Like a vine
Around you close.
Weave your limbs through me
And turn the sky a Technicolor grey.
Fill me with your milkshake–
So blue.
Sink like syrup into our gate
Break the lock, let no one in–
Climb into us
Our flat so warm
Our future now here
Our plans realized.
you are my confetti of cherry blossoms
scattered about the pavement
adored and singularly delightful.
thoughts of you explode
during spring afternoons
like piñatas floating through the sky, wrapped in their papier-mâché of
hot air balloons filled with sprinkles.
you arrive on a saturday, tanned and beautiful
for my birthday
filled with wishes and wine
company, conversation
and kisses.
I saw a silhouette of a bird circling the stone towers above – where you rest
Days seem to drift into a lifetime you were meant to witness.
Fullness fills my spirit with every circumference you initiate —
I trace your spirit to mine
fragile, girl like
hollow from the longing of something whole you once inhabited.
Regrets fill my daydreams, and my thoughts retreat to lack of time spent with you.
Only now do I fathom how scared you must have felt —
how alone!
And the painting above, the witness to your finality
Still hangs as a reminder of you, I once loved
and now
hope to encounter again
in spirit.
drunk butterfly 