She
is your long suffering lover
giving, unrequited
save for your times of nurture
your slightest kindness
yields luxuries, she
gifts bouquets and feasts
her meadows stream song
you dance, you lay
sated, then lust
you take her gifts
build your city, leave your
after-party on her breast
she withers, she cries, you
ignore her pleas, they
become the sound of wind
she has waited long
and suffered, but she remains
she is wrath awoken
her tears and temper
flood you, tear you
and you deny
your denial feeds
she bears new fruit
a poison apple
you feed on her metaphor
on your ignorance
you wonder why you hunger
she is Gaia, the mother
of time, your lover
and your time has run out.
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