Prosperity blooms in the garden Like a poison most medicinal indeed In response to the world; don’t harden Look to your neighbor in times of need

Next to hemlock is hope, just as deadly Take respite and smell the roses Noxious as they are, supposes– That something else is at work amongst this medley

Opportunity is not a lengthy visitor When mixing toxins to make tea If you steep it right you will be– Okay. And if you fail, speak with Inquisitor

What else will you plant next to nightshade Cast about like the scattered sunset shadows

Wade through the floodgate waters you weep – for the garden is as it goes

They say that I remind them Of a bird they’d often search So now I’m seeking weather warmer Than their shoulder, cold, as perch

Woo me as you would With words so warm and cozy Press upon me like the waves I’m sure to find you nosy

They say quite lot a many Sighing, lying, vying turns of phrase Hold me gently, as my birdly hollow bones Can be broken by such steely gaze

Weary arms cannot take To gale-swept winds in flight Nor be held hand-in-hand Down the aisle wearing white

My chest still aches from your touch Brushing up as others pass by The sun overhead cannot faze me much Now that that hue tinges my cheeks

I never understood electrical thermodynamics Until static from your charged expressions Lept steps and bodies to my own panics And now I feel renewed

In this moment, brief, I realize That as the flowers bud and bloom Turn green and gold, photosynthesize I am absorbing stories, words, and views

The heat of the sun will do For the fire feels warmth as well Until once more that ache will be for you I will yearn; I will burn. I will wait; if it is fate

Just lie to me once more I will listen and believe every word Every deception dear, I adore July, sweet sigh, in your breezes you are heard

Another month, moth wings fragile Time-sand slipping, this is childhood’s quicksand Let me lie still Sink into the cometous time as planned

Silver-honey’d words dangle delicious from your lips Each utterance a falsehood I kneel before your hips Growing drunk as I should

These opening days are blistering Swelt winds caress these burned cheeks Trust that the heat is whispering July is the first of the end of these weeks

My cradle-month ruby-red for each day Succor sweet ice-sweat Out in the cloudless, doubtless, blameless sky to play I place all these truths here so that I may forget

Just lie, to me, lie still, and still you move You make waves and ripples and trouble You speak and I listen and approve Let this line be a shelf to place my worries in a bubble

It is difficult – to say the least To be amongst merry-makers Whose families are a place of frivolity (or fakers) When honesty stirs within my soul’s bountiful feast

To bear the smile at the import of blood When it has been a great wound to me and mine To those corralled about my fire with wine No longer let me utter false avowals of import in flood

The blood of of the covenant Is thicker still than the water of the womb Is a quote misspoken, heard surely to my tomb Kith or kin are both tempered in the kiln of time’s sacrament

What is meant in the heavy-handedness of fathers? Passed down on high from Our Father unto son Flightless doves will remain when there are none When pews passed to palls, carried high on hearse