Wednesday, September 28, 2016

dilated

Pouring into overflowing wells.
I'll be absorbed back into the earth and dispersed more effectively in the future.
For now, focusing on the dotted lines I'm carefully following with sharp blades.
"Sever." My friend whispers...
"Not yet" I shake my head.
Laying in the wet grass watching horses running through pink and white clouds,
his hair swaying like wispy willow branches radiating purples.
Dilating pupils.
Love finds a way.
I'm choking on flower petals.

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