I wilter as a hidden flower,
crushed among your notebooks
and forbidden from sight.
For you have torn all the
'necessary'
truths you need to survive
another day in this rain.
From class to nature's presence
you call upon my spirit,
to deliver a message.
Speaking in tongues
unknown to intelligent hearts,
I listen without eyes.
{ I tear words out
because I can no longer
stare at writings without
your signature, nothing
means anything if I can't have you
but I am not enough to save you,
quench you from a unseeded fear. }
And at that moment,
my bud's depth opens up
to receive a scarred love
bruised by the world's constant
nagging and corpse.
I brush your chin,
finally taking note
of such fine softness
present among nature's
fatherly forest-
claiming you as mine
I motion for a kiss,
something unable
to be redeemed.
For this one last droplet
we share between lips-
is an angel of eternity
away from worldly ice
into summer fields
of meadow flower
and victory's smile.
This kiss, your eyes
of ocean's heart
build me a home
covered in you.
