Poems for three old crushes

[taratemima]

Sula

Your boot is scented
with my rose petals
thrown at your feet.

You don't understand at all,
through the increasing tasks,
through the triumphant entries
into your lovers' hearts,
through your life as an duelling girl.

You don't see me in my cloister,
through windows, watching,
my pale hands throwing
your tokens of welcome,
my blessing of roses.

Sivan
I walked across snowy forests,
no destination, no direction but will.
In the direct of the sunset,
turning the snow-fallen world gold.
Shifting through the branches and the shadows,
sunlight reaching me softly.

I have a long way to go,
to come home to you,
a cup of coffee,
a book,
your small hands.
This is why I am moving.

Bari

Blessed be the blackberry girl,
tumbling ripe and full of life.

Blessed is the blackberry girl,
unsure voice pouring regret.

Blessed are those who can love her,
though I hear the process is rough.

Blessed is the city she sleeps in
like apple blossoms nested among leaves.

And blessed is me,
soothing memories of all the lost chances
with blackberry brandy and her pictures.