Tuesday 12 February 2013

The Cherry Blossom Tree


It’s raining pink blossoms outside like the underbelly of your tongue
Like the lips that part for your laughter
It’s raining pink confetti outside my window
Like the palms of your hands, like your cheeks just centimetres from mine
The cherry blossom tree cries short gasps of beauty
Descending rains of clarity over my shaking body
It’s raining cherry petals
They’re falling through the April air like
The way your eyelashes echo your hair
It’s pouring
A storm of delicateness
Chaos in beauty
Serenity in confusion
You are the cherry blossom tree
Come rain down on me

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