Heaven to Palm

by Gabrielle Lawrence-Cormier

Heaven to palms spreading

like galaxies that lick your fingertips.

Trees to whisper like creations kiss

on a powdered moon sinking

in delight.

Paradise is a bundle of lavender pearls

leaping in your hair

while a million other lights are vibrant with jealousy—

or fear, or grief.

Taste of the wet

dandelions in my breath,

as a note of truth from the afterlife imbued with lithe spirit.

Smell the late fumes

of a winter frosted moon,

stitching its glow into your skin

for the first time when you realized

you were every color.

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​​​​​​​​​​ I want to be a witch

​​​​​​​​​​of ecstasy,

​​​​​​​​​​ at the center of your

holiest dreams.

Where only white-clothed

histories gather.

I saw the storm

as a smile,

holding a piece of glory around you

under the heat

of a few perfectly crossing stars.

Too soon.

This is the heaviness in my chest.

Gabrielle Lawrence is a writer and editor. Even when she isn't doing the most, she is still in the spirit of much. She is an MFA candidate at the University of Central Arkansas. Her writing can be found in Gravel Magazine, A Gathering Together Journal, Words Apart Magazine, and others. Follow her @gabrielle__l on Twitter or Instagram.

Image by LadyDragonflyCC, found on Flickr: https://flic.kr/p/bT2AiZ

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