like coffee torn from the stem
scattered on the floor
we now explore the earth.
I reach for you – I feel your skin
these dark hues of bruised petals
but what life must lie within.
to brush away the contrail clouds
to brush away the crystals from your eyes
to stop you in the wake
so you may realize – a different path.
dig your fingers into me
find your integrity
in the depth of these new roots
let your anger seep –
and allow the rains to wash away
so you and I – may grow.
for the next hundred years
on our new bed of roses.