crisscross

A weekend away, together with friends.
cuddled close,
sweet laughter.
pillows, blankets and midnight forts left astray.
the remains of my butterflies on the ashtray. 

We share secret smirks at dirty jokes.

scraped knees and sidewalk chalk filled our bellies.
Now empty expectations take that place. 
We swallow oppression with a sour look,
but a pretty face.

The corset tightens, three ribs crushed.

sunflowers, scent less
spiraling breeze, relentless 
blushing love, endless
 

A fluorescent lit car, empty with the exception of me and a boy and girl my age. I study their faces, full of mirth. Once we reach the next stop, giggling fills the subway.

Three sets of hands hoist the sails, prepare the boat,
laughing, giggling, and struggling to keep it afloat. 

The coarse sand between our toes, and a hunger for the sea,

Like the flowers you tend to and are so sensitive towards,
You are thriving in beauty. 
Honey hair and a deep cut smile, raw and stunning.
Like wonders you create,
I admire you.