Erin Frances

we float down sunlight streets
and let our hair get stuck
on our fingertips.
weeds whisper
coaxing us to the grass;
wrapping their way through our toes.
slick pebbles weigh down your pockets.
i braid sunshine into your hair,
you're glittering.

i sew sunshine onto your skin;
ribbons that glow warm.
the hum of the wind
catches on your breath.
butterfly, butterfly.