• Like wallpaper,
    The old floral cascade
    Of smells and sepia
    Worlds of air
    Wrapping around in my head
    Like a bubble of
    Feathered glitter
    Silvered blue
    Concrete water
    I like you in my head.
    Beating butterflies
    Crash my ribs
    Spiraling limbs
    Golden shining through clouds
    A smile
    Of soapy toes
    Springy slides
    The glow of warmth
    Grasping words mixing
    I like you in my head.