Release from my heart-shaped palms a rainbow of
cursive wishes and ribbon dreams
no stars can hold in their twinkling smile;
eyelash moon inhales deep desires like the pale
tide of feverish coffee, creamy incense.
Let this eclipsed man take hold of my compressed
soul like freeing a dove from rusted chain links.
And when the wet pavement is dusted with ivory feathers,
its reflection will echo in rainbow.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.

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