Broken, words unspoken
They say time will heal...
You think I dont know it, but amongst
Your greenhouse kisses you scent of something else...
How blooming looks the
dying bloom for undying...
When the clouds
hold your memories...
Egg shells dance in dandelion ponds
filled with germinating tadpoles and ant horses...
The vicious truth has now been exposed in the open...
travelling vastly through the great vine...
There once was a time
when I let...
This bench is oh so old now
It's seen so many years...
I know you tuck away clippings
of chrysanthemums before...
I slip out of my shredded skin
in seek of a colorless roof...
Iris pools filled burgundy lips
with bitter taste of summer salt...
Dreams, captured, held
and nursed against the...