for you

your flower
once I plucked
a succulent

the dew weeping
between your
parted legs

awakening
a buried love
for you

i carried forth
your scent
upon me

and smiled
the wicked grin
of a lover

Sutures

the things that held us together
dissolved before our eyes
dehisced, we were exposed
shallow and unhealed
as the open wound we were