Nucular winter wasteland

A spice rack of flavor would crush me,
you're lips fell upon mine;
lemon thyme.

empty canteen left me for desert dead,
I miss your warring words, left me parched;
succulent in the sands.

rain soiled me with your memory,

shoot down the mistletoe .

these dirty dishes in the sink stagnate.

Pacific coast rhododendron

be my evergreen.