"aquarius lover"

I found myself in between Los Angeles and San Francisco,

basking in the warmth of Topanga’s swelter. Fair-skinned 

little dove, morning dew gray and violent. 

 

Sweet like blackberries in the winter, frosted and crisp. I fell for

your venus, aquarius lover. Your calloused hands gift-wrapped around

my neck. The cherry satin bow glistening against your flushed cheeks. 

 

Your tenderness bloomed worlds inside of me.