june is my darling
june is my love,my love,,mylove
june is my childhood sweetheart.
a month dipped in gossamer
and glass petals
of the most delicate little tulips.
a month that sits with me
behind waterfalls and shivers,
holding my hand and asking why my hair
isn’t purple anymore.
june is my high school crush,
funnily somehow
the same height as me;
a month sickly sweet
and full of every warm
hug i’ve always wanted.
june, i see you around the corner.
i tumble and crash
and twist my way out of may.
it’s been nice getting to know
myself:
i want to wake up to
kisses and love letters under my pillow.
i want to wake up to june
and sunshine touching
the places in my heart that only
sunshine can reach.
i want my sheets to be too
warm; i want to
sleep in the moonlight -
let it climb up into
my hands
and wriggle into my heart.
there’s a gap
somewhere within me,
and june will fill it.
the promise
of a summer of
insects and spiders
and ladybugs ladybugs ladybugs
will fill it.
june you
will complete
my little heart.
there is a Part of me
i am going to meet
and she will hold my hand
and carry me for a while.
i will call her june
lovingly and teasingly,
because she looks like a dream
and has hands made of flower petals.
there is nothing lyrical
about her,
nothing except everything.
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