Love is like seed
you plant it deep in your heart
it might not seem like much
but sure enough it grows

little buds peeking up
roots spreading through your soul
latching on to a connection
and creating a relationship

As the seedling grows
you have to water it gently
not too much not too little
don't suffocate new love

When the flower blooms
it shows all the care you gave it
and pretty petals brighten the room
blossoming in love is the same

like hemlock tea, my presence hard to swallow.
breathing me in is wysteria, the air around me is poison.

How can something so sweet be so poisonous
a little petal full of toxins
a flower that feeds on death

How can so many lovely things be deadly
a plant creating scopolamine
a leaf that brews violence

The sweet fragrance you shared to me changed my weeping heart
Shadows of bitter yesterdays are now erased at last
Scented tints of the awesome spring put smiles into my eyes
Previous battles I've cried and lost, you brought a hopeful sunrise

drip
     drop
drip
     drop
that's the sound of rain drops
pounding on the roof,
on the walls, on the windows.
they're knocking,
as if politely asking to come in.
drip
     drop
drip
     drop
that's the sound of tears
hitting my pillow gently.
except,
they didn't ask to leave,
politely or no.
drip
     drop
drip
     drop
the rain keeps falling,
seeping into the cracks
of my heart.
the salty tears escape me
like painfully beautiful flowers
that cannot stop growing.
drip
     drop
drip
     drop
that's the sound of sorrow,
both the sky's pain and mine
watering the flowers.
i can't stop them from growing,
so the rain and i,
we take care of them together.

You bought the house with lavender
seeded in the front porch.
The scent flutters between the doorsill
and through the letterbox
like bills overdue and invoices outstanding. A postal aroma,
envelope glue smells like flowers to me.

I was never granted the privilege of rearranging flowers
You said, there was more to life than flora,
these emerald, sap dripping, saturated stems
Swelling petals fascinated under my untried eyes,
You said I must not even graze the things.

I longed for a taste of the forbidden flora.
Did buds taste like honey? Were they sour like you told me?
Would they poison these supple
and innocent lips, turn them pink to grey?
Could tastebuds kiss the perennial vines,
the posies, the spray of efflorescence
A taste of simple sweetness -

I remember when you ripped the front-porch-lavender.
The roots could not resist your claws.
You sweat to mutilate strained flowers,
You always work harder. Verdure spoiled.
Ravaged, ruptured, tanked soil.