There’s a touch of romance
in the garden
the fence posts led by coy breezes
in a gentle dance
between secret admirers
until the mood turns
and the wind becomes belligerent
destroying something beautiful
- it can.
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I pressed my heart to the ground Then my palms Then my ears And lay listening to the earth Feeling a shared rhythm It wasn’t a rapturous beat But a slow swaying pulse I was enchanted in that moment For a brief eternity Feeling close Feeling connected And the world was whispering words of love While holding my hand But the sun grew jealous So tore us apart With ferocious tears And hot spiteful breath.
The last thing the earth felt Was my palms turning to fists Pushing myself away.