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.