Searching Soft

Submitted by kamenamagazine on

If you are a dandelion, I will whistle your skin until my cheeks turn purple, so each part of you can know what flying feels like. If you are a book, I will scribble my name in your margins, over and over on every page, so you know I will always be in your side-lines. If you are a sunflower, I will hold you high above my head so your mother can see you bloom. If you are a storm, I will dad-dance in every salted drop of you. If you are scared, I will remind you the beating you hear in your chest means your mind is alive. If you are listening, send me a feather from the smoothest star so I can hold your soft.

by Alex Scott