Vibrant blue became our value true.
Cornflowers, bachelor button’s, trumpet blooms
held between our palms, pressed for all their softness.

Sun piercing the corners of our eyes
as gold dipped below the horizon one more time.

Dark night—my soul shines brightest where there is no light.

Tears wash the salt of the day with salt—
strong medicine. I taste their nourishing gift.

I was left by myself for too long.
I couldn’t wait anymore for anyone, I confess.

I ate the chocolate morsel willingly,
its cocoa ritual the exodus I needed
to reshape my heart open
toward myself and my offerings
as precious worship and devotion.

My heart deserves his best
because I give my best.

Lace flowers color the ground at our naked soles.
We’ve dropped something important, my love.
Pick it up—or don’t. I keep moving.

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