loud arrow
I’ll admire you
sit close to you,
call you the beautiful soul
you are
my sunflower.
In secret I’ll write poems,
dream with delusion,
imagine a future
where our love survives
every storm,
every odd.
But you,
innocent soul,
will see my love
and whisper to yourself,
“It’s only kindness.”
I don’t want to break your heart,
my sunflower
I only know how to love
too deeply,
too fiercely.
It’s my curse.
Everything I touch
turns fragile,
falls apart,
scatters like ashes.
And this city
these people
will despise us
for loving across
the lines of faith.
We carry tender spirits,
poetic hearts,
minds that only want
to be understood.
Such a shame
that the world will look at
this beautiful story
and say
you can’t have it.
Maybe in another universe
where love is larger
than any religion
maybe there,
I’ll be yours,
and you’ll really be
"My Sunflower". 🌻
solid wolf
south bough
wide sinew
fallow bramble
dire elk
sterile yarrow
torpid zephyr
quaint ravine
astral sorrel
slim river