My mother used to say I was unlovable,
as she nurtured her bourbon garden.
That word was planted in me,
taking root beneath my skin.
Budding lonely leave-me’s
and forget-me-now’s.
Summer’s spent naked
under torturous heavy heat.
Seeking sanctuary Autumn,
relieving seasons past.
Jul 12, 2013
Jul 12, 2013 at 10:49 PM UTC
My mother used to say I was unlovable,
as she nurtured her bourbon garden.
That word was planted in me,
taking root beneath my skin.
Budding lonely leave-me’s
and forget-me-now’s.
Summer’s spent naked
under torturous heavy heat.
Seeking sanctuary Autumn,
relieving seasons past.