tagNon-Erotic Poetryweave, feed, tease

weave, feed, tease


My love, please
plant your garden without
empty seed packet markers on sticks,
make me guess what is to grow.

Feed me tastes,
weave me a bouquet,
tease me with catnip,
but do not say it is for me.

It may anger the garden
to find you have so easily
passed possession

You may find a revolution
as they feed on me
pin down toes,
vine up ankle
bound and strangled.
She may refuse to produce.

Do you love me?
Fill your hand with radish and marigold,
blow seed to land where they will
bite and bitter and dirt
miraculously evolve into
potatoes underground
without a "for you"

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