then we blossom

we are lavender.
boughs hung over arches of cinnamon purple,
we are lavender, our skin painted sky blushes, powdered sugar
we are lavender sounds of crystal water trickling
in our hair

lavender chalk in 5 o'clock
light
we are dusky dusty half-framed ideas written in
twilight.
we are tubs filled too deep
spilling with purply wealth, then
spinning, we click our heels and
silver burns silver, so
over and over we
bathe,
our lavender blossoms filling our leaks and
freckling our toes, rubbing
cheek to
cheek.

we are lavender who laugh too hard at night and scream
when they try to wash us away.