I imagine her night –
her winter, her dark – better
defined your light,
the same way black velvet
offers a showy diamond.
A diamond,
your diamond,
full of beans,
along with mine,
full of shrieks,
seeds we’ve germinated.
Yours is tall and yellow;
mine blue and pensive.
Kindred, we
dream a garden for them.
Sep 17, 2016
Sep 17, 2016 at 9:34 AM UTC
I imagine her night –
her winter, her dark – better
defined your light,
the same way black velvet
offers a showy diamond.
A diamond,
your diamond,
full of beans,
along with mine,
full of shrieks,
seeds we’ve germinated.
Yours is tall and yellow;
mine blue and pensive.
Kindred, we
dream a garden for them.
