today, i lift my eyes towards the sun.
i recall watching your hello transform
the light into a tender orange.
today, i would like to hold
the fruit that lingers above our makeshift halos.
i would like to hold your heart.
together, we could crush the pulp and
call it something divine, lapping up
our labor from closed fingertips.
together, we could frolic in circles and
call it something whimsical, chasing
our dreams through a hot autumn.
apart, we are books, ripped
from poor binding and careless tongues.
we thumb through sharp corners yet detest paper cuts.
apart, we are crayons, flattened
from crude scribbles and angry hands.
we color around dull lines yet despise careless art.
together, we are rage and magic,
with blood red nails and diamond teeth.
you taught me how to spit my song at
those who search for a sour melody.
together, we are pain and sugar,
with inked skin and candied lips.
you taught me how to build a garden for
those who have wilted thoughts.
today, i lift my heart in celebration.
i recall watching your hello release
the bouquet of balloons into the ripe dawn.
today, i would like to love
the sunrise that lingers above our makeshift halos.
i would like to love you as you are.