Poemetry: Bury My Heart in Yours

Look, don’t touch, my misty soul,

for once it has been clasped,

but take my heart and take it whole,

take it full and fully grasped.

Bless me with a loamy implore,

parting your grassy plumes.

Take my heart and bury it in yours:

only then may it bloom.

Then, deep within that fertile earth,

seeds from behind my breast,

lilacs burst a feracious birth,

sprouting inside your chest.

And soon our garden will be full grown,

fertilized by our hands,

a sanctum and shrine all our own,

our love flowering the land.

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