I rang the doorbell to your heart,
and throughout your house it rang,
a bouquet of astilbes in one hand
and in the other a pink dove.
I carved it of cherry wood just for you,
my future and my love.
When I meet you, I hope you ring my doorbell too
so we may step for the first time outdoors,
and pick more flowers and free our doves,
intertwined forever more.
Altruism is often anglicized,
prophesied, to be proof of someone's halo.
To put someone else's needs before yourself,
must be proof of someone's moral health.
Honey bees nip at my knees,
which causes me to freeze.
Oh, why me?
You could have chosen anyone, little bee.
It’s dark, where I am. Not cold, for cold gives you solace. Not hot, as in a hammer striking molten iron to make a sword. Not warm, pointlessly and deliberately harsh and itchy.
Comments
This is so visually beautiful!!
Thank you!!
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