~Sweet disaster~

you should

show your eyes mores
they are pretty

Fingertips stained

Golden

with tumeric

Honey

Darkens

To the

Touch

curry juices

smells of burnt butter

And wildness,

Take my hand

without realizing it

What glitters

doesn’t make it gold

you’re so easy

to love

but hard

to hold,

Bitter

Sweet,

not many

people get to close

you’re a sweet

disaster
Here we go,

bringing

back

old tears

acting

like

i don't know

where this road will go

sitting on the edge

of the afternoon

again,

slow it down

and don’t walk out the door

~Sarah Mahina Calvello~