Infiltrated

Spring has sprung and so have the flowers. Come Summer we'll be weeding out our dandelions though and cursing at the hard earth. For now we enjoy the fragrance of our flowers though.

Dormant bulbs of emotion

blooming

Awkwardly they sprout

Through my skin 

My eyes

Covering my mind

 

Like a vicious weed

You attacked my brain

Numbing me

with pleasure

And comfortable warmth

Salving

my hurts and mistrust

 

Wrap your vines

around my heart

I feel you squeezing

Putting down

your finite roots

Covered my lungs

Tiny vines

squeezing out my breath

 

It’ll hurt

when they’re ripped out

A little weed killer

  here and there

It’ll hurt

when you’re ripped out

Of my heart and head

To have the poison

Seeping through my veins

Reaching you

Where you penetrated

Infiltrated

But for now

I am delirious

Working under your salve

and numbing agent

your chemicals

the ones that tell me

I love you

 

Reviews

[ST]

omg
you are on fire ...burn baby...BURN!

its stunning ...im speechless

[DeAn]

this is an excellent read and I thoroughly enjoyed it!

great job. you took me there.

l8r g8r
-Tao

[Loner]

This is pristine as are you. A beautifully heart-rending expression of love. You've shot through me with the beauty of your words coined to a description of endearing passion. These words sung to me as only a sparrow can sing.