i pressed flowers in my diary on the chapter about you by Reeya Gandhi

ivy vines
chamomile leaves
sweet whistling
following the midnight morning breeze.

emerald green
starlight eyes
your skin warm
against the touch of my thighs.

smudges of ink
below the line of your lips
fingerprint touch
right above the hips.

roses on walls
with your notes saying
that you’d never forget me
almost like you’re praying.

you fill my pages
every other line or two