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Thorns
i watched the colors change
like autumn maple trees
petals unfolding before me
and you didn’t need the sun
it seemed
thorns emerging
i can see their sharpened edge
smiling down on me
my skin is hungry
so I let you prick the very depths beneath
and my rosy cheeks burned brighter
in the frozen air
my breath evaporating
like chimney smoke
tell me to go home
tell me to get warm
before I freeze out in your garden
before I become frost on your stem
learning to go is hard
leaving you is harder
when the season turns again
i’ll be here
waiting for your return
like autumn maple trees
petals unfolding before me
and you didn’t need the sun
it seemed
thorns emerging
i can see their sharpened edge
smiling down on me
my skin is hungry
so I let you prick the very depths beneath
and my rosy cheeks burned brighter
in the frozen air
my breath evaporating
like chimney smoke
tell me to go home
tell me to get warm
before I freeze out in your garden
before I become frost on your stem
learning to go is hard
leaving you is harder
when the season turns again
i’ll be here
waiting for your return
Published 22nd Dec 2019
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22nd Dec 2019 11:18pm
"when the season turns again
i’ll be here
waiting for your return"
words that resonate year after year...
as well as in life.
thanks for your expression.
i’ll be here
waiting for your return"
words that resonate year after year...
as well as in life.
thanks for your expression.
23rd Dec 2019 7:47am
I appreciate the thoughtful comment. I agree with that. I’m my mind, that phrase was geared towards having attachment to something and not letting go (in a perhaps unhealthy way) but it can be interpreted as positive or negative
