Poems » Aviva Derenowski

Dangerous Box

The label on the boxsaid – “Danger,”and it rattled when I shook it. I left

FallinginloveI’mdrowninginit The sweet sticky facadesmells ofrosespromising spring whileexperiencingdecay

An orangeblossomed andbore fruit. The fruitstuck betweentwo branches. It openedrevealingbutterflies. The beginning ofbelongingmagic. Orthe beginning

I’m petite and swiftthe world is my banquetits aromas engulf me My delicate snoutbig earsand

I hear your stepscoming up the stairs. Sense your smiletickling down my spine. Your stepsget

Seeing you each morninvites a quiver to my smilecalmness to my breath