You smell like home
Barefoot on the soft
Baptized by rain grass
After thunder
And lightning
Opens the sky
Leaving it
Softer and pinker
Than you’ve ever seen
Light rays that burst
Through the darkness
With purpose and salvation
Sun kissed citrus
Hanging heavy
On the trees
Begging to be plucked
Layers falling freely
Juice dripping from
Fingers
Teeth and
Lips
Your mouth
Attracting honeybees
With every word
You speak...
~Amber Comber
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