#gardenoflove
Two shaking lips, trying to speak; my words
still learning the shape of me. Flirting speech,
from romance lips; I’ll give you flowers—
roses, lilies, dandelions, tulips, all pressed
softly between every kiss, of these two lips.
Grow yourself a garden; let my voice rain over
you, plant this seed of belief deep beneath
your ribs. Our tree will grow slowly, branches
learning our names; and when the heat of the
moment finally cools into comfort, we’ll rest
beneath its shade...
two souls, blooming from the same root of love.
May 24
May 24, 2026 at 2:42 PM UTC
I write better when I’m not in love—
lose my pen the moment I find it.
Love blinds, quietly revealing us
most; our natural selves is a nature
of vulnerability being our nakedness.
You’d be first in an Adam’s breath;
his rib pulled from its cage to meet
his lover by the Eve. Maybe that’s
why the garden bloomed— humans
growing toward each other.
May 15
May 15, 2026 at 5:47 PM UTC
the fabric of her dress
clinging to a garden
of flowers
holding the contours
of her landscape
with blends
around the corner bush
for his pleasing material eye
she spreads
tempestuous the vine
colors of the rainbow
arching
along
contemporaneous
as the wallflower awakens
to the erecting wall
and winding trellises
tasseled are the tongues
as the songbirds
come to coo
Logan Robertson
3/19/2019
Mar 19, 2019
Mar 19, 2019 at 8:51 AM UTC