with each kiss you planted on my ribs i felt a sprout take root, and at once my chest was filled with blossoms that made me cough like soot. they were darling bells that made me hack whenever your shadow appeared, so I plucked each petal plaintively, though he loves me not, I feared, its been a spell since we have wilted, and i’ve pressed you deep inside, hoping still to preserve your youthful bloom after all your leaves have dried -r.s