Part of What Makes Me

I play with my fruit, talk to tart and sweet alike, let my tongue (and teeth) love it from peel to flesh to seed… I love a good piece of fruit, invite its lush to fill me, to become part of what makes me, to see the shape of me (from the inside).

I found a moist heart
chilling, just staring at me,
begging for a bite

 

“Passionflowers are weeds”, you say to me, your disdain for the bohemian bloom as ludicrous as the possibility of your opinion mattering to my garden (or to me).

“I’ve always thought of you as invasive, parasitical, and not at all pretty”, I say to you. “Aren’t you glad that laws (and people) I respect find you useful?”

my passion
flowers in wild twists,
by nature

 

My favorite place in the hospital blooms and buzzes in July. The chant feeds my all. I sit on grass, thoughts crowned by coneflowers, fingertips slow dancing with soil. Passersby glance, smile, or shake their heads (as if trying to dispel the slow-death escaping the chimneys they have made of their nostrils). The honeyed buzz, the life-song, the winged dance is ended by puffs of smoke. The coneflowers and I droop a little, wondering why…

bees and blooms
do it perfectly,
why not us?

 

Linked to the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads.

 

Because Winter’s Coming

When I miss you most,
I haiku made-up factoids
about things that grow.

Like,

a passion flower
blooming in New York City,
could be Audrey II

And,

in autumn, leaves blush
red because winter’s coming,
bringing Snow to all

But, when my want grows
hot and wild, I think,

warm lavender oils,
filling me with dreams of us,
of you… lost in me

.
the wee notes…
– Someone dared me to write something that “includes haiku, horror comedy and Game of Thrones references, sexual longing, and emotional depth.” I gave it a go (for a book).
– I shared a passion flower (below) on Instagram and a friend suggested it looked like Audrey II. I agree. And, of course Jon Snow. Do I have to say a thing about Jon Snow?
– Linked to Poets United ~ Poetry Pantry 369.

and poetry for the eye