tend my fields with your being

the air between us,

it sowed seeds of your presence

onto me.

perforating swiftly through

the skin i’d already ploughed

with, what i wished were,

your biting teeth.

the moisture left hanging,

it sprinkled them roughly.

but it was your kisses

that watered them later,

leaking from the backs of my eyelids.

their salt nipping on.

nourish it really does

your deepening roots.

how firm they are, how undaunted.

being kept in the dark

certainly won’t inhibit their growth.

when dusk scents my insides anyhow,

that’s all there is to find

when they grow

into me.

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