a glimpse of your sundress billowing
in the breeze as the light of day spills
into the flecks sprinkled across your cheeks
the first time I dreamt of you
I thought you were an angel
your fingers interlace with mine
locking our place in the garden of
dreams where pinkies become promises
I cherish the nights when I can see you but
loathe the ones where I am in our garden
alone
hoping that you will arrive before I must wake
it is cruel, I whisper, tracing the constellations
of the freckles that get to spend eternity with you
aware that the stars I've mapped are only in my head
but angels don't just leave
so I learned that you are human
-
gentle but firm your grasp holds tight
on my heart and I am reeling
beneath your gaze all over again
still your legs carry you through
the weeds while I am falling
into the stars dappled on your face
one day we will meet in person on accident
crossing real streets instead of mental gardens
and I hope that when our eyes meet you will
remember the girl in the overalls just as I did
the girl in the sundress.
--Holley C., Adult