(thin-skinned and brave)
before melting, like the sunsetting sun
lapped by salted sea-song.
spring-green, neptunal imps slip in, almost undetected
while the hearth of home flickers in the distance;
memories of wintering on this hot hot day.
we read stories by would-be asteroids, dead stars, a flashlight in the dark.
you, with your green-thumb, pollen-nose—you bring spring
i, on the other hand, am practicing royalty: steeped in jewels.
together, we are grounded:
building nests of essence, nests of mother
while coveting the forbidden:
melted popsicle, hummingbird wing, dandelion bloom.
if i were sick, i’d be well now.
oh, octagon-eyed charmer, you mesmerize.