A sudden spring
a rush
between slender stems
long dormant
awakened one morning
by droplets
of subtle fertile heat
A sudden spring
a glow
in late summer

i tried to be stong.

but your roots grew around my ribcage.

and your soil in my veins.

green vines tangled around my heart.

with flowers blooming in my mind.

afraid that one day,

they will all know decay.

Tonight
I am going to make love to myself, to remind myself of
What I feel like.
I will hike
To the summit of my
Entirety
And entirely
******
On the ****** of my
Truths

Mom-
     if you only knew
            how close i have come
                    to letting the acidic, undigested
                            river flow from my throat
                        into a porcelain chamber
              maybe you would think
        before you squeeze
my soft belly again

I drew a portrait
of my memories:
dark blue and green
in purity. They are humming bold
circles swirling.
Red cores singing of
a fresh imagine.

Then,
Suddenly,
Just there,
the gray seaweed of time extends.
stabbing circles,
now the gruesome gray
intertwining twang of time
twisting itself into my memory.  

I asked him, "What does this mean to you?"
He said, "It is just a pretty pattern."