life should be like laying under a pear tree

Sun peaks

Golden light crosses

About her snow skin

Dazzling in her eyes

She dreams

Of the gold becoming a part of her

Arched back,

grasping the branches

digging her very toes in the brazen dirt

breathing softly against the hard bark

Dreaming of hot days,

crinkled eyes,

copper arms around her waist,

bedsheets tangled like the bare roots...

She breathes in the pear blossoms dangling up above

She hears the bees buzzing about

She regards the horizon spread out before her

A net she tangles herself in,

willingly

She explores her own horizons that stretch so beautifully

Picks out the blossoms

That burst in her soul

She won’t stop exploring

She will

forever

Bloom