[i]
There are legends here of earthquakes; splits and crevices from feeling far too much
Saying far too little.
[ii]
I took your hand and led you into the garden
(or maybe you led me—with your breath
falling lightly
on my shoulder, it is hard to tell)
And I fell to sleep amongst the venus fly-traps
They turned my way and
Explored—pricked and tasted my blood-and-arsenic
Infusion; curious, hungry, wanting.
When I woke, unrooted, you were twisted in the vines.
Eyes: half-moons seen through maple leaves
Upside down
















Comments
Goddamn it, I am so jealous. I suck in comparison to this. Why can't I write?!
Well done to you though,
SO THERE.
*hugs, kisses and making up (or out, whichever way you want to look at it
ack! look! here I am with the flirting! Again!!
uck.
If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were trying to soil my mind with your dirty thoughts... it's working!!
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