poetry by christa.

how I feel about you is how the sky looks at golden hour 

when the colors above bleed into one another 

and the sun bursts through the trees

it's the perfect mixture of boldness and a gentle touch

and when I look at you

my heart feels the same as when you sink into the ocean on your first day of summer 

I'm tired of containing these heartbeats in mason jars

because although keeping myself contained reminds me of fireflies locked in the hands of children, I need to be set free. 

and I know the reason why I love these things is because they are natural, they are not forced & although there are times I want to rush into you, and sink my love into your bones, I know I must wait. because golden hour comes once a day, some more golden than others & we must wait for the rays of light to break through the trees as the colors slowly bleed into each other, effortlessly. and the first day of summer comes but once a year, and we must wait through those winter nights to wake up on the first day of summer to drench our skin into the salt water once again. and for those fireflies, we must keep our eyes open for them. they scatter throughout July and sometimes, if we're lucky, we are able to hold them in our palms, but only for a moment because the result is always the same, we always let them go, because that is love.