petrichor
If we planted a tree, would you feed it?
Would you water it?
Would you honor it?
Held in place, can’t rejoice, this space
We had to barter it
But these are the scenes
The scenes
These are the scenes clichés are made from
Joy leaving my lips, my eyes become sinkholes
Care to share what you see?
My skin clammy when you held me
When you squeezed, I squeezed back
Love-blind under fluorescent lights
The parking lot was rain-swept
Caught outside, I felt your heat
Huddled closer while we waited for our Uber
Gave you my jacket, clandestine message
When you leaned in and asked,
Is this okay?
The smell of your shampoo
Softness of my favorite sweater
Blue and white with a cat surprised
Dog hair on the shoulder
Chest thumping, downpour, petrichor
Tucked under my chin, a moment
I could live inside of
Forever
And I do