some'antics

remember the time you smiled and the world bloomed.

it was like spring surrendered itself to you, put its golden face in your lap

and giggled while you stroked its fresh, newly shed skin.

but the earth was too flat for you then, too full of fables.

you wouldn’t stare into the sun for fear of going blind and so chose not to see.

or maybe it was because i was standing behind you.

half draped in your holiest cloak,

and the other half, in your sheets.

maybe i should have apologized more profusely for the gravity of my suggestions.

for not holding my tongue, for chasing after yours.

or for coveting the smile i knew would bring the rain.

the world was in bloom, but maybe you didn’t notice the flowers on my dress.

or the pollin in my hair.