Take my open hand
Stained only slightly
With dirt
Apples and orchids
That’s what you
You said we could plant
Beside each other
Orchid roots
Winding around
Each other
A spun mandala
Of snakeskin
Faded velvet
Rough to the touch
Under faded sun
Wind in
Shimmering tremors
On skin
A kiss
On the forehead
The sweetest sigh
Appreciate the bumpy road
That leads
Back to us
Back to where
The light is~Sarah Mahina Calvello
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