Scheherazade

XVIII. Scheherazade

cerulean eyes and clear skies
creme brulee clouds
caramelized by summer while
finches chirp around
fireside chats after
season 1 of first steps
velvet voiced pillows in
box seats at the opera
love’s first kiss

one last dance
the clock approaches 12
and the veil wears thin

dance harder, dance faster

jailbreak me

please

bleach my brain

fill me with light so the dark can’t see me