Sweet Things
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Come in baby blue, barefoot.
Leave your shadow on the threshold,
grip the edges of a sweet brass
sun. It’s all your light.
Sometimes, I forget about joy, even
when it’s thrumming in my toes.
Then it takes me to dance, and I laugh
take it slow. Honey’s more golden than fire,
and I’m not trying to hold on to anything.
There’s the beauty, beauty,
pouring over my shoulders.
I just like to watch.