~Tolls~

the infinity

of lines

the sun

reeveals

opelecent

true

rainbows

on the black table

vanilla Italian soda

in the sun

there was

no wind,

only a soft

tremble

trees

a wooden fence

more

black tables

the first sip

exploded

soft and sweet

slowly blooming

and a flash

of sunset

vanilla

citrus smooth

stuck in the middle,

and you’re playing

the spindle

please understand,

I’m not

what I was

but now

I want to

get back

to me

dream
it’s a beautiful

and burning thing
that vanishes

in the haze

the adrenaline

rush stops
no more honey

and milk
be on my side, I’ll be on your side

take my hand
There’s nowhere to hide
this much madness

is too much sorrow
we have to get away

dark roses
blue violets
curl and unfurl

their edges

in the dark

corners

of shadows

hold onto the
glow of possibilities
where do dark roses
go during the day
I don’t

know what to say

how did you get

so far away

but now
I want to go back to
honeyed arms
of my yellow roses
hear your voice

and the memories

toll

thanks for

checking up on me

It takes

an ocean

of trust

~Sarah Mahina Calvello~