Adriana.K.Maxwell
Smile, whether it is cheek-splitting or soft and quick on the sidewalk. There is beauty for those who seek it, sky even in the puddles.
Fall deep, my arms are strong enough to catch you. You don't have to keep limping, using their worries to drown out your fears. There is a space for you here. It is empty without you. You aren't pushing in. You are wanted. Do you think I'm blind, that you have to keep hiding? Don't cheapen my love as pity. If you think I'm wise, why do you think it is stupidity to choose you?
Breathing, body tensed, eyebrows crinkle, what should I be doing? Now or later? Is this the most important? Am I distracted? And what am I meant to do next?
Swirl in a wind of ink and murmured promises, ground shifting, feet spinning, whirling, don't know what I'm doing but I'm going to have fun, keep dancing until I have to catch my balance
The grass pushes itself through the tomato plants, confident in its right to be there, the birds planted it in their quarreling and squabbling over seeds.
Shake it up, fast, fast shuffle, hands waving, heart beating, life pounding, warm with whirling bodies, twisting steps
Sharp teeth of the young, nibbling, figuring out the world, innocent, everything is meant to be grabbed, to be tasted, looking for knowledge, not yet hearing the words of the serpent
Soft sounds, falling and rolling into fluffy covers, breaths stretched out in sleep, rise and fall of chests under blankets
I wasn't born this way, I earned it. With pencil smudges and a tired wrist, hours squinting at the folds of an ear, with late nights and a library of reference images, I brought myself here.
Play with the colors, spread them out, scrape them flat, color sinking into ridges, staining tree-skin, remembering summer color and crickets chirping
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