soul sister
I drink mint tea and chew sunflower seeds
On the Sunday afternoons we do not frolic.
Saturdays are for strawberry scented hugs
Amidst seasons of sunshine at pink picnics.
We floated on the floods of fatal adoration,
Bracing ourselves for a rainfall of devotion.
Even the grey skies blushed for a moment!
My dearest friend and I drink chamomile tea
At a café by a glossy privet tree on Fridays.
The sun never scalded the way her warmth
Ignites a blazing flame in my heart’s core.
My comrade’s grace illuminates any heaven
One could ever gain the privilege to enter.
Our souls are the identical twins we are not-
I can hardly wait for them to frolic together.