life should be like laying under a pear tree
Sun peaks
Golden light crosses
About her snow skin
Dazzling in her eyes
She dreams
Of the gold becoming a part of her
Arched back,
grasping the branches
digging her very toes in the brazen dirt
breathing softly against the hard bark
Dreaming of hot days,
crinkled eyes,
copper arms around her waist,
bedsheets tangled like the bare roots...
She breathes in the pear blossoms dangling up above
She hears the bees buzzing about
She regards the horizon spread out before her
A net she tangles herself in,
willingly
She explores her own horizons that stretch so beautifully
Picks out the blossoms
That burst in her soul
She won’t stop exploring
She will
forever
Bloom