Adriana.K.Maxwell
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
Hollow tree, full of wishes and memories, bark-jagged mailbox for children to look for fairy gifts and dream of trees that walk and tell the history of the world
Join together, family singing, hands together, warmth through hands and hearts
Wet leaf glistens, drop hovering right on the edge before it falls, crashing into the thirsty dandelion and an ant scurries away
Top of the world, top of the morning, steadying breath, feeling the wind, feeling my heartbeat, trying to prepare before jumping off, letting the sky catch me
Warm, soft light comes gentle. He lays in the sun, Nali curled up against him, body vibrating with the peace of the day.
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