Cherokee Roses
I laid at your feet as you
Gathered my hair
Like straw
The winds spoke our names
Celestial flutes prophesied
We wore white smoke
From the pipes of my forefathers~Cherokee
Roses blessed our steps as we knelt like deer
Before crystal streams
Leaves’ wrinkled palms landed gently
Upon our heads as we bathed
In bursting flames of fireflies
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Nostalgia
i can smell your cologne
between the pages of your poetry
a mixture of flowers and wine
did you kiss each page before writing
did your breast pretend to be music
holding a
whole note
your hands must ache
longing to feel timeless
nostalgia
deuce coupe 