Garden
I posed a'cross the garden gates
rouged and roughed and slightly warped
-
unmoving
-
a vision thru the netherness
~
green vines harnessed
upon gasps of breath
strangled
more than a rose of splendor
plucked then pricked
in silence, whispers call
protruding this empty shell
°
where hath love come
past
thou beauty's rest
and hark I hear
springtime
perched upon thy nest
°
treetops dance in wonderment
serendipitously seduced
a serenade
a surrender
I surrender
to the light
as it tiptoes atop my tomb
~
I crumble
and climb inside your womb
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