I remember everything
and I want to forget
I want to misplace the years when
love had found its season
inside green forests
When we were locked in arms,
hearts loaded,
the guns in our bones ready to blow
When your eyes dripped dark wheat
looking at me,
your desire clear and simple
That was way back when.
This is the desert now
where things go to die
or they cannot be born at all
But I am a Xerophyte
I barely need you
and what little you give
is almost enough
for me to hang on to
a wonderful metaphor
a wonderful metaphor
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Happy Thanksgiving. Hope your days are filled with light and love - Lady A