Rosebuds and Lavender
A warming pervasion
In the night and your head
Sends you slipping through the hallways
And leads you back to the bed.
Your garden in twilight;
The seeds have yet to be sown.
Bring pollen to the flowers;
Watch them twist and moan.
Like a thorn between roses,
Love pricks soft but hangs 'round.
Cultivates the harvest;
Feelings pulled up from the ground.
Blanketed by vines
Of passion and mirth;
Heaving and worn down,
You know you’ve proven your worth.
So you slip back to darkness
To wash off the stain,
And wait for the garden
To seduce you again.
(2013)
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