Nourishment

Lemony sun, I have rested in your zest.

you buttered my skin with a sultry sweat

and like a violent roach, I run for shade.

Fall, it brings loops and swirls to my heart

the season blossoms, and regurgitates summers bliss.

Keeping my hands in it's warm embrace, a leaf appears.

I pick it up, if leaves were made of metal

I would surround myself in their cool buildings.

cool to the touch, not the sound.

my imagination, once pale and hardly weaned,

repeats the same thing to me,

nourishment.

so like a wilting flower,

I lean towards the sun.

reminding me that shadows should never be slept in.