The First Drop of Color Kissing A White Canvas

I wish we could pick memories

Like wildflowers

Growing where they shouldn't be,

And pluck them from our minds

But I am knee deep in love

With the blue forget-me-nots

That peek out on my surface

Like little pieces of the sky

A constant reminder of

How your touch

Was a sunset of watercolors

And If I were to pull them from their roots

And set them on the windowsill

I would bury new seeds beneath my skin