mystic sparrow
Wearing your flannel and snow pants,
Panting, skin flushed and cold biting
Stepping through snow and dead plants
To your favourite tree stump
Lifting an axe so heavy I can’t.
All to chop us firewood
Your strong arms give me wishes only you could grant
How ladylike it is; the almond flower you put in your hair
A red dress and low collar filled with intention
Heels clicking on the way to dinner
You take my hand and lead me in the right direction
Uncrossing your legs, toying with the flowers
A bouquet of roses, spring’s perfection
Smirks and sips of deep wine
Your body staring me down with insinuation
How manly it is; the way your almond-shaped nails tap the table
Woven basket in one hand, your hand in my other
Your sundress flowing as you ran ahead
Your sun hat fell and you chuckled: “Oh brother!”
Golden hour light outlining you on the sand
The tide wetting our blanket but never a bother
We made a mess with chocolate strawberries
But they would’ve tasted bitter with another
Wild and thrilling: eating almonds in two bites
I have to grip your waist to stay on the seat
Hurtling down roads on your bike
At every speed bump my heart skips a beat
Until we reach the park, and your helmet slips off
Your auburn hair everything but neat
I find a bench to watch leaves fall
But you’ve too much energy to take a seat
How delicate you are; climbing an almond tree
Wanted to write something more positive so wrote about women
Because women >>>>>
formal atlas
real tendon