#peakogreen

I. the sun is setting washing the world aglow

the field looks soft from afar my fingers run through straws of grass like bristle on a swine

the air is buzzing it smells like dust particles and the ripeness of June

II. being alone is not so bad not when you have a self to hold to care for and nurture, as you would a loved one give me that and I will never let it go to waste

but here I am, slowly turning to dusk letting the wind run through me

Or the braided vines tangled in lattice?

Which one was me? Which one was you?

So tangled together it was hard to see.

Or was I the bee and you the nectar?

A brief respite against the wind.

Messy limbs and tangled sheets.

You go one way and I another.

A path once walked together.

A petal on the wind and a hum of wings.

The lattice withers and the vines undone.

The flower wilts and the throne brittles.