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
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.
I want to be a witch
at the center of your
Where only white-clothed
I saw the storm
as a smile,
holding a piece of glory around you
under the heat
of a few perfectly crossing stars.
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