~Waiting~

Waiting

And open

In the sun

A white hot day

Lazy haze

Stars of lemon

Sign and fade

Trembling and stretching

In the broken shadows

You put

A sprig of jasmine

In my hair

Asking

If it’s ok

I said

Yes, I love

Flowers in my hair

I should

Have added

Even if it

A racist flower
To make you laugh
Confederate jasmine
Clean

Precise

You’re only

as older as you look,

I feel older than I look.

You said your mom

used to

put purple jasmine

under your pillow

so that you sleep

with perfumed moonlight

And happiness

I forgot

to tell you

my dad would

put purple roses

in my books,

To see me smile

the rose

was called Blue Girl
timid and graceful
impatient and twisting
in a trembling shadow
in the pale light

blushing and soft
tea roses
to warm up
our dark corners

fingers tremble
on velvet perfume
starry blooms
leaving a
periwinkle stain
violet and pale

no longer a wonderer
you have to really accept my flowers
you have to really see me
if you act like you belong
no one will question you

the Blue Girls
are violet and blue

sighing twinkling lights
you only want enough clarity
To trigger the vividness


~Sarah Mahina Calvello~