winged lemon

you made yourself at home on my sleeve

I can only think of names for you based on similes, you little winged lemon

I used what I learned from physics to make you feel special

The sunlight ran through your little body as I swirled the wine

it was all the same color

bright and glorious

and I thought it was a gift

you showing me no fear

uniting me with what flows free, what lives off of love affairs with flowers

You were my ecosystem for a minute or two, you little flopping star

what made me ever think it was otherwise?