There needs to be a pause in every relationship,
The pause must look like spring
I want to birth tender leaves
Bloom in flowers unknown
Have the bees buzzing around me
Hear the birds sing
Let the shackles of winter slip away
I want to share the nectar in me.
I want to swoon with the moon
Seasons must happen to me.
Waiting in a warm house with winter as my partner
I have nowhere to press my cheeks
And let the accumulation in my heart thaw a bit.
Let my poems grow a warm chest
where I can plant this weather-assailed kiss.
– Poulome Mitra Shaw