Saturday, March 12, 2011

gardener


don't go, there's
kisses to be planted in a row
along your jaw
sighs to be exhaled into your collar
they are still brewing
deep inside me
your sooty lashes
need to be straightened
by my tongue
you're weeding my arms
from your neck
laughing at my surrender
not now, not now, not now.

i have built a trellis
around my heart
so your words can climb everywhere
the tendrils will get caught in my hair
just like your breath
gets entangled sometimes
so don't go. don't go
because i'm still trembling
from being close to you.