you found me in the year of the daffodils
yellow sprites and buttery nights
of air thick as secrets
& kisses light as fireflies

and i said “i’m not ready for this,
your hurricane eyes,
your avalanche smile”

so you stood aside & watched
as i pulled down a patch of sky
kicking&screaming on a downward slide
like a meteor shower through a season of quiet

waiting patiently for my torrents of chaos to subside
before kneading my shoulders with hands that build time
“it’s a bit like a fall, but you’ll come out just fine”
you said,
and you emptied your eyes into mine.

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