clementine

fingers through my hair
and i feel somewhat cold
i’m garlaned in peonies
and i’m flaked in yellow gold
i wanted to be marbled
or i wanted to be blue
i wanted to be periwinkle
or silver green like dew
when i was young i ambered
and i streaked like dripping bronze
i walked among the forest
and i made friends with fawns
as i went to grow
and i dipped in frozen pools
i learned to fall in love
and we tripped around like fools
the time i got my heart broke
and i thought that i would die
i bloomed like yellow sunflowers
as i stretched my wings to fly
sometimes i still wander
and i fall on crippled trees
i twirl in the darkness
and i sleep on barren leaves
i fruit like freshest clementine
and i tend now to my needs
i plant the evening iris
and i pick out all the weeds
would someone join me
someone new
i want an evening primrose
i want a denim blue
i love the sound of swallows
and of yellow flies and bees
i love crestfallen heartaches
and the swaying of the trees
i love the fingers in my hair
and the darkness on the border
i love the changing of my leaves
as quickly i grow older