Love Unrequited
Overgrown in the garden of desire.
Ask me this once.
Bottlebrushes wither over the grass,
Carrying weight there, on their bent stalks, my bent back.
Do you love me?
Evening calls to us and I wait, I wait, I wait
For you to ask.
Gasping out around us, the dusk
Holds out it hands, the tendrils of the setting sun
I wait, I wait, I wait
Just ask.
Kangaroo paw unfurling in your garden and
Lovelorn, the dawn will come and
My mouth watches your mouth.
New growth,
Old roots,
Please ask.
Quell the stir, the hunger, this invasive species
Reach in and grasp the seeds
Say it so I can say yes and then, please,
Tell me that you don't.
Unearthed, the shoots will dangle from your fist like
Veins, and the pulse of it will cease.
Watch me, watch you, lie back in the garden and speak of the
Ximenia fruits and their rarity, how we will grow them too.
You just need to ask and our garden will be at its
Zenith, just kill the weeds inside of me that grow to you.
About the Creator
Bella Nerina
Australian. Writer.
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Lovely words Bella. Hopefully weeds give way to lovely blooms.
Impressive work! Well written!