i want to plant seeds on the place i call your not-so-hearted-shaped organ
let's water each other, and watch the sprouts look for little sunbeams
i want to be your favorite monday-morning hug and your favorite friday mess
and discover your curious thoughts and water them with an indoor garden we call our souls
let's drown ourselves in sweet-bittery honey-syrup, calling the bees that they are welcome in our green-and-blue-blobbed world
let's feel our golden hands root in the soil of the earth, screaming, "i'm finally home"
feel the mess of growth throughout our lives covered with lemon-sprouts and lavendery-scented-flowerleaves
let's harvest our herbs and grow them on to each other like stardust and confetti
and let's make each other a little better
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01. poppyseed
Poetry🌾 about people, little moments, bumblebees, universe and made-up words