garden bed

love in palms,
hands on chest, leaking petals
you’re sat beside me, wearing red
and i’m so sorry
i can only see what he saw in me
next to me he was sleeping
then i woke with the taste of his words in my mouth
and that’s all i can speak to myself
i don’t know how i can try to shut it out
years have been healing, believe me
tangled blue eyes
reaching out to you
when the rain is gone
i used to be a burning flower
now we’re lying in our garden bed
you catch glimpses of me grow before i do
a love like the city
your favorite flower


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by abluemoth

A poet dwelling in Oregon, taking film photos of friends and making coffee. An admirer of anything that provokes hope.

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