I’m untouched, undone, unraveled, unlocked.
Reach for me under auburn autumn heat,
brick-free euphoria and ticking clocks.
Glorious colors I’m planning to seek.
You’re unrefined, uncontained, and dancing.
I’m reaching above satin soft tendrils,
traced lullabies and envy hued glances.
Perfect peach radiance and looks to kill.
Quiet nostalgia tucked in knapsacks,
picked dandelions behind tiny ears,
I’m slipping in between your sidewalk cracks,
I’m refusing to struggle, to break free.
You see, gentle man, you are subtlety,
wrapped up in carnation stems and warm tea.