in winter i miss my august body all skin and shimmer and sweat i miss my leo soul that sees sharp through tall blades of grass i miss my burning heart that dares and darts and daunts in winter i miss the earth of my kind
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latent bloom
i can’t harvest an august heart in the winter moon i can’t dig up lava blood while crocus refuse to bloom i can’t insert this molten lead when frost still looms i can’t unless i was born too soon
maybe later
may i be warmer in the winter toward the kindness of myself may i be surer in the springtime at the finding of my wealth may i be softer in the summer to the minding of my health may i be abler in the autumn at the finding of my self may i be soonerContinueContinue reading “maybe later”