Easy

I think of you like the weaving warm
light between leaf shadows

Mum says
we're making a big mistake
it won't last
I think of us bickering, then
between, that walk when
you asked what my favourite plant was
and the gorse all round us
bright yellow dancing
on its thorns
scent unseen flags waving
and I know whatever we do
that hurts when we get too close
ask too much
it's you
it's always you I want to bury myself in
smell the colour of the sun

your touch soft as petals
makes me cry, too