Every day I will try

And make a flower

All the little pieces, the colors

The petals.

To be pushed together with my hands.

For Her

She has,
Strong arms.
No frogs, or diamonds, or slick green princes for this one.

You know, they say unity is just the sum of many parts, and the soul is where the body and mind meet, in flesh, the dance of breath and movement. The joining…