Never stopping Always growing Aging slowly Stretching gently Young buds

My heart is a locket That I keep upon a chain. Close it is forever,  And forever it shall stay. I keep you in there with it

A fine spring day she sprouted up, And opened her buds to the sun. The glisten of gold, The wonderful rays. Warming her peach painted cups.

Dot to dot A rhythm of dots From here to there All for what? How are we satisfied by the

As my body wraps around you, my brain can not. I can read you. The cover, The title page,

She looks up at the moon. Though it is far away, The glowing orb looks closer than… The gentle glow of the stars Gives the earth below a dim cast.

And I stop. A river perfected by breaks aloft… Depthless; passing fragments. And so the cascades fall, Saving my desire that any can main…

Weakly, I twist and I turn The handle. Pushing with all my might Against the heavy wooden door. Knocking and shouting,

Deep roots push through the earth Tearing old soil Spreading wide Searching for moisture Its life fuel

They breathe, But are they truly living? Little muscle, Stretched skin tight against the b… Their hips protrude,

The machine, Pulling and tugging at the squares… Each one individual, But molding to one another. The ch-ch-chugging of the needle s…

As quiet as a whisper And as sudden as time Just as thorns upon a flower Are as sneaky as a crime A never-knowing anticipation

On top the counter Within a cage The dearest songbird sat Perked and quiet Without a sound