There will be days When the sun smells like melted chocolate And my eyelashes can laugh with blinks of innocence At the speckled enamor of your white belly.

There will be nights When a fresh sigh can feel like the cool kiss Of a white bedsheet in the summer.

There will be dreams Of fumbling foals frolicking in the meadows of anticipation for the future.

There will be moments Where I can cry tears of joy for the love that you gave me And forget that I had to lose anything in return.

The density of this doll Drum Sensitivity of it all Some Times leaves me Feeling like a beat -en toy Asking for love As a favor

The lights are vibrating in my teeth. She’s talking but I can only hear the buzzing blanket of screams buried underground. She’s smiling so I smile as my eyes widen to watch her lips manipulate flesh into the sounds of a song I thought I knew. There’s a Japanese cat figurine in the other room. I can see it through the hallway where the lights are off but the living light from this room still casts. I’m being pulled through the hallway through my eyes. My teeth latch onto the wall to stay here while she continues to talk. I’m trying to listen but the lights are getting louder. It’s too loud now and everything is vibrating into booms. Is that my heartbeat or the screams? I can’t see her, or anyone; they’ve melted into the walls of my brain as I’m dragged underground. Focus on the cat. You’re here. Lucky to be here. So lucky.

Hair falls like black harp strings cascading over olive coffee-cream skin; your almond eyes flutter and I’m flustered at how your heat can give me chills.

There’s laughter outside the window Like jovial birds twittering at painted wings. Singing beautiful brushstrokes of sound waves Fluttering hearts of springtime blooms; Their beats the base to their ballads, Booming with joy for new chances.

They laugh and sing to the late-bloomer, Be patient. You too will grow with wings And fly.

Sing to the flightless bird. Tell her that God didn’t clip her wings before she had the chance to hatch.