My Poetry


inside rain colored irises
and with laughter like fireflies
the flavors were abstract
but they say it was magical
intoxicated with joy
simply content to just lay around
with tender skin they are
trying their best to slow down
but can’t when flammable hands
start touching delicate skin
they’re lighting candles inside
this new sanctuary for each other
and know this is how it is supposed to feel
to pull the other in
both halves glowing perfection
as if each stem were wet light

-by Kelley Stephens

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