There are flowers
tall as me
growing up your
torso
I want to jump in
walk beside them
let the yellows,
pinks, and lavender
hues
glide past my eyebrow
barely brush up
against an elbow,
tap my shoulder
Flowers growing up
your torso
billowing,
composed
and wild
how we shape
our outsides
to match
the insides
Thursday, October 21, 2010
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