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@IMermaidl ‘ s
i almost cry at the sweetness
of june. woken early by my own
heart unfurling in loving roots &
now i find myself firmly planted on
top of the hill. these flowers
like paintbrushes, dipped red
as the feeling of a sob, but only for
the magic of breathing.
this month is my only sweetheart.
a list of all the warmest things:
desert peach, grapefruit juice,
light on the windowsill, the itch
of tall grass, the itch of loving,
the itch of summer up on its tiptoes
& peering over the fence,
a little love struck.