pages musty and old
but its words are like gold
hidden beneath its pale skin
a siren that draws me in
to a world unknown
at 8 years old
there’s a stack of books tucked in the corner of my drawer
what’s that? my sister, she wanted to see
what rests in those dog-eared pages?
how do i begin
~
the elastics, the heels, the chic MaryJane style —
dancing in heels
was something I thought I’d never do
-
standing in you felt so foreign
Love is patient.
Love is kind.
Love is like a welcomed flood during a season of drought,
where doors are thrown out wide and windows flung open,