Poem
You turn everything into a garden with your green mind
The love you give is a grape from the vine.
When crushed together,
it becomes sweeter than wine,
all the power at the tip of your thumb
fermented and distilled like the taste of rum.
I want to shake the sugar from all your branches
collecting the fruit from your advances
So, blissfully in your garden, I lay
bathing in abundance day after day
drinking sap from all your trees
tending to your garden as it’s Eve.
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