Soil

Soil your garden is deceptive bright yellow buds dangle seductively like grapes sweetly perfumed green apples, small and enticing, tempt the lips and tongue deep purple blossoms, bells pealing an invitation, coax the mouth with gleaming berries delicate while florets arranged in lacy cups, ready to slake my thirst for beauty do you demand proof of my love: trembling of desire, pupils dilated with lust, skin hot and dappled with passion, convulsions of ecstasy I will not drink your tea nor touch the fruit you so freely give you seek a Persephone to join you in your stygian garden and tend your resplendent flowers in their black, black soil