To the Person Who Reminded Me of My Worth
12.24.2018
I want to be the dandelion in your hands
Waiting for you to make a wish
Wash over me with your whispers
The things you only share with
What is about to be scattered
Across some field -
The tattered parts of me
Gently carrying your echoes to the earth
Hoping that your whispers are
Listened to between the blades of grass
The wind flowing through your hair
Both of us carried the same direction
Together, in pieces
All of me carried by your breath
The way your tongue twists around secrets -
Sweet nothings
The way your lips form to scatter me -
A kiss
The one dandelions can only dream of
If dandelions dream
I want to be as lost in your words
As enwrapped in your breath
As I was before you walked through
The entire field of yellow petals
And found just the right flower
Tore me from my stem
The roots of some other person that
Always held me back
Forever impressing the deepest parts
Of your soul on to every part of me
Those wide, adventurous eyes watching
As I float back to the field
Lay your soul down with mine
Become more wishes for you to kiss