I found it in her eyes.
What I was looking for.
There’s something to love about a “yes.”
Simple. Realistic. Giving.
I found it in her eyes.
The want to please.
The want to be respected.
We bloomed in the January of our bond,
Pollinated by newness
And what lied in a kiss.
I was anticipating winter
Or splintering summer,
But we remembered January.
It snows in January
But we lived beyond time,
Seasons can frustrate impulse,
Thus we lived in January.
Even when time tempted,
Circumstance panhandled for change,
when we didn’t seem to blossom,
And others said to plant more-
Seasons changed,
But our month stayed the same.
Warred on every
side, except my back
you had it like my heart.
writer’s note: loyalty is under appreciated.
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