Written by Keana Saberi | @keana_saberi and @baranpoetry on Instagram, Keana Saberi on Twitter and Facebook
Graphic by Catherine Liu | @jxsosknx on Instagram | Catherine Liu on Twitter and Facebook
watermelon rinds
this was the complexion of summer I desperately sought
yet watermelon had lost grasp of its youth
ruminated in some maturity that was not one of wisdom
premature
divine red
white wine - slow descent into the grasps of what lingers in your mind the
past melding into the present
peach embraced by sun, then the light seized like a ill-fated lover’s touch
pink complexion of the start of love
descending into the characters of orange and yellow
vines I’ve looked upon throughout growing up
chart my growth in the space between their tendrils
watermelon rinds lie like skeletons in the grass
mosquito sting
aftermath of my first love
my days exist in between kaleidoscope shards
the shades between defined color and new colors I’ve formed in the balance the extremity
tell me if you know whether I’m asleep or awake
walking or wading in halcyon mingled with hurt
mediocrity strikes fear in my bones
I’m unsure myself
I sit in the garden and feel time wither, renewal and ruin all at once soaking in the sunlight or stealing sonnets of times past
this was the complexion of summer I had desperately sought so why does the sun slash my skin without remorse
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