like turquoise juxtaposed to orange
juxtaposed to the narrow path below my feet,
the ink splatter to white page,
my wrist to your back,
to the sleeping dog at our feet.
When I close my eyes
I smell the word possibility,
drench my heart with peace and rose water,
send a message to the
angel of dreams come true.
turquoise juxtaposed to orange
the sleeping dog at our feet.
Ivy Sandz . 2013