Sundays

spent falling
in love with myself
let the frosted morning
into my lungs
allow the world to breathe for me

the wind conducts the leaves
I catch the melody
on my tongue
let it melt swallow its sweetness
my eyes close

exchange my fingers for sunbeams
warm my hands
they unfreeze from the broken clock
that’s clawing the same mistake

I Bolero the day to sleep
I have loved myself
alive again

– not quite love at first sight but the feeling you get when you meet someone and knowing it’s inevitable you will fall in love with them

the day we met
we lay on a blanket
of what ifs
each fallen Cherry blossom
a promise we made

your lips
like grapes
the sweetness lingers
every time we argue
it quashes the sour

petals turned white gold
around my finger
my left hand holding
the promises that came true

my skin will age
beneath the ring
lessons we learnt
etched in the fine lines
creeping from my knuckles

they will bury us together
skeletons entangled
the way our bodies were