your warmth I love the most
a fuzzy blanket
circumnavigating
not a shroud
you wash me in waves of
self-soothe, tempt me into slowing down
a tropical forest thrives north and south
I’m bloody glowing, still here, alive and growing
not yet cut down, in a moonlight frenzy
my silverback sits, dreaming
under a henna forest glaze
thanks to you, I still cycle in ways of
layers (on and off)
childhood thoughts (they never leave)
seeking out circulating air
drinking a cool haze through metal straw,
I don’t drink the Kool-Aid, no
I am a rose, hardy and holding on
my thorns are protection,
I’m so deliciously unpluckable