to dye and craft
.
extending hands are letting grow tools of recall
suspending in the air a garden of shells and cocoons
we will sway on them hollow appendix
half hidden half cowered
where the sun has not reach yet a ray
bleach kissed at the tip of these plastic limbs
we will slowly shrink to our epicentre
and listen
waves and shades and lights and love
it will be love at our core
only hearts floating
our hearts floating within this aerial ground
we won’t stop seeking
there are new hues to create
…
to die and color
on the other side of petals where no dew can wax
.