Joy Poem by Janine Alyssa Navarro

feet itching to run across these new kindred vales
let’s run until splinters leave our bodies
come along, watch me where I point my finger;
into the cotton-candy sunset we shall disappear
hold me close, as we dance our exit away
the mornings are scary, unfolding demons
on treacherous paths of pineapples, thorns too
but we’ll conjure these stars to turn pale
to erupt into flames between our shaking palms;
treasure its essence, embed the bits of jewel
into us, to keep the warmth; our sole armor
so we could see ourselves, that we were meant
for everything; oh, such kaleidoscopic joy