Wordflowers

Your words gaze at me with sepia eyes

filled with speckles of cornflower blue

dressed like a fleet of princes
all charm and pure gallantry

but hiding an innocent boy

innocent, yes, but not naive

we hopped that fence together long ago
with iced fairy smoke in our lungs
and snapshots of time painted on our cheeks in coral lipstick

maybe we ran too far away
hand in hand over the blooming flowerbeds
both looking too far ahead
to notice the dangerous stones directly below our soles

but Love, i loved that journey
as long as i don't have to walk back alone

but this isn't about that
this is about Your words
and how they're filled with speckles of cornflower blue

washing me with the hope of an eternal spring
after a world of winter