sonya's garden

i.  

she sails seas with no buoyancy¿  
/  
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picture a little rowing boat  
at the bottom of a massive crater,  
trudging along, barely  
scraping through the dirt,  
 
a damsel toiling,  
and on a hot summer day no less,  
 
so of course he can't help but  
come along and yell,  
 
"for fucks sake, here, have some water!"  
 
right before he makes it rain.  
 
 
 
ii.  
 
precious node,  
something fresh  
and clean and pure,  
like a breath of all  
the air between two stars,  
 
and lucky me, this queen  
knows i'm a king,  
 
i'll make for her:  
a phantogram  
in black and purple  
shades,  
 
a song no one's ever sung,  
 
and all the blackberry compote  
she could ever want.  
 
 
 
iii.  
 
the morning dew,  
my text-based daze -  
 
i see this scene, irresistible,  
and surrender sweet  
 
to a sip of your voice, like tea with honey.  
 
*  
 
the still stroke,  
the knowing  
you're still  
in my head -  
a daydream,  
a soft-drenched,  
stark allure.  
 
i will not waiver.  
 
even my shadow bends backwards -  
breaking piano keys  
hoping to create a masterpiece for you.  
 
 
 
iv.  
 
carrying with Moira?  
that's icing on the cake.  
 
writing poetry?  
strawberry slices on the cake.  
 
green eyes and a gentle heart?  
this is now a tres leches,  
and you're something like  
a galaxy, but stuffed into a snowglobe,  
just waiting to explode -  
 
unadulterated,  
unapologetic  
poetic justice -  
 
a beautiful, still,  
blue lake in the middle  
of a concrete world.  
 
 
 
v.  
 
YOU'RE the absolute treasure -  
 
better than a diamond mine  
or four leaf clover - simply  
 
too goddamn great for words ♡