pale, soft lavender lies on the floor
head full of edges all jagged and sore
there's nothing as pure and soft-worn as she
but trapped in this body she's never been free
feathers and petals and hand-painted walls
delicate underneath harsh waterfalls
feminine eye and a weakness of trust
fragile like sunlight forced through softer dust.
honey will drip through the cracks and the edges
and seal up wounds with the kindest of senses
spread out too thin he has nowhere to go
when cracks become caverns with no room to grow
orange honey shines with a sun-tinted heat
is better than candy with mellow, soft sweet
protects with wax all the good in his love
and stands tall while dripping sweet care from above.
stumbling upon a small lavender piece
honey was stuck to her search for release
he sheltered and guided soft lavenders name
and helped to protect from the pointiest game
now steadfast and strong, stems preserved in the glue
soft lavender, crying, won't ever be blue
to heat up would burn the small lavender's tip
so keeping them calm, honey proceeds to drip.
series/e-book coming soon.