An Idealist by Elle Vue

Reaching for red currants That explode like gushers in my eager mouth I allow the sun to golden my hair and bronze my skin. A midsummer day dream attaches to my mind as the wind kisses my forehead, beaded with salty sweat; Like a dragonfly to its short-lived lover, Of giants questioning Jove, of lingeringContinue reading “An Idealist by Elle Vue”