your heart chose to flourish
in a way that caught my attention.
how could I not be drawn in
by the draping of thorns? the wide
throbbing center of something so real?
if I look into your eyes, I forget
your finger, pointing to the center
of the sun.
you told me I was a worried seed,
too fickle to blossom, too flighty
to be a root vegetable.
could we bury your heart?
start a new world full of
trembling red light?