(photo of Kelsi Rose)
I wish for skin like flower petals, so I can bloom for you in the springtime months,
blossom fragrant rose-pink and beautiful.
cheeks flushed an April-famous rouge, apple blush
I wish for nimble fingers stretching like new limbs so I can trace you into existence; for spring-fever to burst into my blood budding, breaking open.
I wish for eyes of summer green and ground brown, of hair like August thunderstorms, frayed out and straying, for you to tangle your hands in.
Skin flushed like sunburn at the mention of your touch,
I wish for sandcastle sentiments, built on memories and promises of skies bruised blue and better; for fervent, late night aching, heat blistering between bodies and coddling each other to sleep.
I wish for cool mornings and warm afternoons,
days upon days in bed with you, sun-strewn and sleepy; for bedwarm blankets and
let me fall like foliage gather me in your arms and breathe my scent like something familiar.
I wish to bury my head in your chest, perhaps to keep myself from catching the first frost or the last hints of November on my cheeks, dying out on leaves of scarlet
I wish to spend
my winter months with you in the sanctity of your warmth.
I am hibernating, waiting, wondering
chilled kisses on warmed lips shivering, shaking and yearning for your wildfire.
I wish for your spreading of heat between hands, between hearts and thawing lips, kisses like the smallest flames.
I wish for you and me, bursting into bloom, swelling with the spring.
© Kelsi Rose
Bio: A Central Pennsylvania poet stuck in her own head, Kelsi Rose crafts poetry that caters to a range of emotions, people, and personalities. At 25, she's begun focusing more heavily on her writing and publication while simultaneously balancing the workload of a double major, a full time job, and a family, which consists of her husband, stepson, daughter, and dog.