Throwing myself into the day
I inhaled a wake of peach blossoms
on a breath of summer,
an intoxicating warmth
that convinced the happiest petals to fly
littering the air with their delicate laughter,
which cut into the breasts of startled doves,
spilling a dark red rain across my eyes
and lips, an earthy wine muddying my soul
while sunrays stabbed at their screaming minds,
desperately afraid the sky would not wait for them
and they would never be free again
©04.21.18 ebn
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