I linger in  
absolute dedication
for your sanctioned
words to me.

Your cuneiform gives me life
when all
of mine has
been suctioned dry

I am a budding tulip,
to the earth
the propinquity
of its butterfly effect

With each ripple
the beautiful insect of the world
***** the very soul
out of my being

You, my dear
pollinate each of my
empty stigmas
with your cloying words

Sticking to my dry soul
with an ease that can only mean
in sufferance,
we will find our happenstance

*Leave your unease at the door
you have no need for it with me,
love.