fall for me, sweetness

Give me —

five fists full of summer grass

without uprooting anything at all

Offer me —

six swift licks of your herby skies

including denuded scented rainflies

Pick the —

arch of your mouth out of the earth

pulling up a brace of this yellow birds —

you know are my favourite treats

give them a sprinkle of rose water and thyme twists to enliven them

Release breezes —

of them to me, sweetness

Christen my skin

with unbearable brightness

i can bear

and i shall

climb the concrete of your seven towers

my limbs shedding strips of your shaggy shapes

that coat you like smoke

as i go

to kiss the gossamer of your scars

as i bestow

upon you the broths of my belly

cover you in my darkest berries

catch you falling in

the parachute of my hair


not a haiku



NaPoWriMo prompt April 19:-

write a poem that starts with a command. It could be as uncomplicated as “Look,” as plaintive as “Come back,” or as silly as “Don’t you even think about putting that hot sauce in your hair.” Whatever command you choose, I hope you have fun ordering your readers around.

16 thoughts on “fall for me, sweetness

  1. This poem is like catnip for poets. I’m head over heels with “Offer me — / six swift licks of your herby skies / including denuded scented rainflies.” Happy Birthday, dear Barbara!🎉💜💫

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