Venus: Clouds of Love

I offer you clouds. bring me your tides and i’ll offer you clouds, and crunchy leaves, and the crash of the waves that leaves you with saltwater freckles as the only proof they were there. They are not to solve your problems. Let them propel you out of your head and into the world. 

I offer you clouds. fluffy clouds, crawling overhead. pained pink, loved so deeply that the universe framed them in gold. fly in an airplane, level with the clouds and you just might become one of them. The crunch of leaves, just for toy, and only you. An endless tug of war between the sea and the rocks, consuming and resumes daily. I offer you this, and so much more. With love to offer, Venus, I ask you to floor.