I long to flower in this body,
here in the clear heat of twilight,
under a mauve sky your eyelids translucent.
I am swimming in air that smells of movie theatre hand soap,
chalky and humid.
Watch the tide of breastbone into hair into infinitesimal corridors of
bright, bright, bright endless sternum and stolid bone.
Shape my smile against your skin—
Can you see the pearlescent dew dimpling my temples?
Do you want to trace them with the vine of your tongue?
Do you think of the tessellation of night when I look at you?
I bury my face into the valley of stars by your neck.
Stretch my arms upwards,
drink in the night with my greedy, hungry mouth.
I long to flower, wild and lush,
next to you.
I want you to see what I am capable of—
Just how magnificent and rare
I can become
if you give me a little more time.
Writer: Euni Lee is a sophomore who studies Creative Writing at the Orange County School of the Arts in Santa Ana. In her free time, she advocates for intersectional feminism and tries to remember where she put her bobby pins.
Artist: Sarah Santos uses art as a way to observe and understand the world. It helps her see things not only as they are, but also as what they can be. She likes cats.