Souled Aragon

10

❝ d a r l i n g ❞
by: caelīna aesthète

three and a half spoon of sugar
cute sticky notes on your calendar
clear blue skies, fine weather
the every edge of little feathers

lines and letters, poems and novels
white piece of cotton towels
black when its ink
but cloth then its pink

summer, winter, autumn, spring
no need to ask you what to bring
i know its lots of paper and a pencil
you'd rather write to have some thrill

tiny cactus, do not grow
large shirts and cotton shorts
soft feathery light blanket at night
with lil light to make some bright

zeus, hera, cupid, and psyche
with athena, hades and aphrodite
thousands of greek and roman myths
reading them was all she did

William Shakespeare and Rowling
choose football over bowling
beer pong, soccer, billiards, and chess
rhythms, notes, and some piano keys

rock, classic, jazz, and pop
sometimes she's as hard as rock
chocolates, apple, pears, and grape
the melodies from her cassette tape

even the simplest is still our part
making us whole and not apart
life is a book waiting in its shelf
it takes some effort to become herself