Maybe
it’s a lily we dreamed Into creation
and maybe it's a life like a willow,
a place to go in hard times
and unaccounted moments
of vivid reverie.
Our hands tangled together
are roots connecting
and spreading life
into the ground between us.
I throw myself down
on your beautiful blades
and plead not for mercy
but for more, more, more.
To fall beside you out of breath
looking up,
memorizing the curves in your torso,
paralyzed in saturated moments
as beads of honey and night sweat
tumble down your back,
leaving behind the pattern of comets
to collect in pools
that become tidal waves.
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