two weeks- then she germinated
small green sprouts breaking, against all odds,
from the small brown cage around them.
two months- then she made me smile
her leaves had grown in beautifully
everyone stopped by to complement her
she couldn't find it in herself to be shy.
eventually, she began flowering
and, by all the gods, she smelled sweet
it felt like a sin to adore her as much as i did
a sin! so a sinner i became
and it went on like that.
she'd change, and grow, and change again
and i'd find something new to love
the way she looked, her freckles, her laugh
and when she was ready- the way she tastes
i wanted to devour her
red skin breaking under my teeth
undeserving of someone as sweet, as delicate.
instead, she continues to grow
i wanted to say because i let her but
it is her nature to outlast the likes of me
if only there was a way to show her i loved her
without destroying her