I see you, my sweets.
Sweet
Like muffins, and berries, and cherries.
Like the cherry blossoms
That blanket the Georgetown sidewalks.
People stopping to stare
Taking pictures of the pink lush
Walking over the petals
As if they’re not there.
But I always step over,
And pull you up
Onto my shoulders.
Because something so beautiful
Does not belong on the bottom of a shoe.
I see you, my sweets.
I hear you, my sweets.
Your unforgettable laughter
That spills out into the world.
Like the cicadas singing spells
Into the night’s stars.
I hear your hum;
And I’ll hum it too.
If your voice gets tired,
I’ll give you mine.
I feel you, my sweets.
Your soft skin gently on mine
As you rest your cheek on my chin.
Your light curls budding
Into my nostrils.
I inhale.
I smell you, my sweets.
Remnants of my peach perfume
Mixed in with the mud
You rolled in all afternoon.
You are an earthling
Part me.
Part moon.
All you.
I taste you, my sweets.
I crave your voice.
The voice you are growing
As you explore the world
And what you want to change in it.
My sweets,
Your energy, your smile, your love,
Brings people to you.
You are a kaleidoscope of dreams
And only those with the right vision
Will see them –
And let them blossom
Like the Georgetown trees.
My sweets,
At times you may feel sour,
Maybe a little stale.
Whether you stay close to home
Or travel far,
No matter what,
I hope you stay
True to who you are.
Embrace the newcomers
Who you meet.
But remember,
You will always be my sweets.
Author: Noelani Mei
Email: [email protected]
Author Bio: Noelani Mei is a writer and entrepreneur who took the plunge and moved from Baltimore to Los Angeles in 2018! She can frequently be founding reading at open mic nights or writing on a park bench. In addition to writing, she also coaches field hockey in the LA region.
For more of her work head to her website: www.noelanimei.com
Link to social media: Instagram @noelani.mei
