Kimberly Vargas Agnese

Floral scented honey


And there you are, at the foot of our bed

where pillows of floral scented cinnamon cloves 

scatter about the floor

listening …

to my prayers,

playing with my hair,

showing me 

so much more 

about love

than I ever thought 

to want to know

your eyelashes catch little drops of honey

and small doves ask 

if they might weave nests 

for us

under the waterfall where rainbows grow

Published by Kimberly Vargas Agnese

My name is Kimberly Vargas Agnese, though I've previously written as Kae Bucher. I was born in the Florida Keys, but grew up in the Bay Area before migrating south to the San Joaquin Valley. As I ride barefoot around Fresno, I consider the paths I've chosen and the crossroads where our country seems to have perched itself. Thanks to my Romani ancestry, many people groups reside within me and my poetry tends to reflect this. I love welcoming the sunrise with my Native American flute. I've been rumored to juggle while teaching students how to write. And if you can't find me, I'm probably hanging out with Jesus listening to parables.

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