A Plea For a Garden

want you,
but not just
for the picking.
I don't want you
to pick me in savage
tomato gardens.

I want you to savor
me, like picking grapes.
I know it's impossible.
I know it's wrong.

to be picking grapes
in a thunderstorm
is wrong.

I love you like I'd love my own child,
even if it was aborted.
And we make up these simple sentences
to mask what we've lost.

All that would matter is
your tense teeth upon my frame,
your liquored wanting,
that is all.

I am much better for you than the world.
You would be much better for for having me.
Unconditionally,
like love.

Reviews

[Mark]

Definitely a Lee poem. No Marshmellow Fields of words here. Good write lady.