by Sarah Calvello
Take my open hand
Stained only slightly with dirt
Apples and orchids
thats what you said we could plant
beside each other
the orchid roots
are wound around each other
like a spun mandala
of snakeskin
faded velvet
rough to the touch
under the faded sun
the wind in shivering whispers to our skin
a kiss on the forehead
is the sweetest sigh
Love is just a word until you find someone to give it a definition
Speak the truth, even if your voice shakes
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