in fields of grass fried by the sun
where soles lay themselves on with no invite
like a welcome mat, the kind that is stubborn
and does feels not welcoming
two bodies lay upon a outstretched quilt
sixteen and seventeen
emerald and cherry—
cherry like her cheeks as she blushes
emerald like his eyes gazing at her
the sun begin to fade behind the horizon
the grass sighed in relief and went to bed
emerald and cherry held hands on the quilt
the next day at school
emerald and cherry didn’t look at each other
their eyes had no welcome mat for one another
because emerald and cherry don’t make purple
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